<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210596215838971300</id><updated>2011-07-31T00:27:51.029-05:00</updated><category term='Catching up'/><title type='text'>Weaver, Party of Four</title><subtitle type='html'>Life....According to the Weaver's</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bryson's Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00800887608544297708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210596215838971300.post-2837645974121066851</id><published>2011-05-08T16:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T17:21:52.327-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mommy Dearest,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thank you for making room in your womb for me, even though you thought you had stopped at two kids! I really appreciate it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Having four kids, I know you sometimes had to adjust your mothering style to accommodate your, um, unique children. For me, being the 3rd... the middle... the odd one... the Only Forgotten, this is how it looked from my point of view.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Your arms always held me at a moment of need or nurture. Your mouth was always ready to give a word of encouragement or advice, as well as breakout into a song from your favorite musical. Your heart was always positioned to give every ounce of love you had at any given moment. Your hands helped me up off the floor in times of personal pain and struggle. Your laugh helped me find mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You've taught me to pursue the joy that God offers in this life. You introduced me to Jesus. Is there any greater thing you could have done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You've been transparent enough to let me learn from your mistakes, and that is a true gift to me. In my book, that makes you a Warrior-mom. Determined to see some family traits die, that freedom might be found!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You've taught me more than you'll ever know, and your job isn't even close to being over! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happy Mother's Day, Mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love you, more than my luggage! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210596215838971300-2837645974121066851?l=mrbryson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/feeds/2837645974121066851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210596215838971300&amp;postID=2837645974121066851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/2837645974121066851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/2837645974121066851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/2011/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Bryson's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652613631555078015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SKsawU2fkmI/AAAAAAAABF0/jQzUJ9e5iMA/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210596215838971300.post-390568065129399811</id><published>2011-03-17T00:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T01:48:30.235-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have A Blog??</title><content type='html'>You see, I've had two kids. I've slept a lot. I have lots of responsibilities that I pretend to take care of. Who has time to blog?? Much less remember they have a blog??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's a 'blog' again? *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's it been, a year and half?? Something like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, my name is Amber, and I am a fair weather blogger. I like to blog when I have fun things to talk about, like how cute my kids are or something ridiculous I got caught doing! That really hasn't been our story for the past few years. So I wasn't really in the mood to talk to you, the Inter Web!&lt;br /&gt;But, I've come to the realization that since only 3.5 people read this blog I should document more for the sake of my memory. Because its fading fast, God bless it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The short version recap of the past two years goes something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 31, Nathan enlisted in the Texas Air National Guard, and was put on a waiting list for BMT. (Basic Military Training)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Insert the longest and most challenging year of our lives here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the chaos came a sassy surprise, Miss Emma Lynn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan leaves for BMT. Tears, wailing, gnashing of teeth. It was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan graduated from BMT after three months away from his wife, son, and brand new baby girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reunion!! Tears, ugly crying, hugs.... Sea World!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We move to San Angelo, Tx for 6 months. Don't know where that is? It's where dirt goes to vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After San Angelo, we moved to Houston, Tx by order of the U.S government. Houston? Really?? That's where you have to chew the air to breathe. Oh the humidity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Present day. Here we are.&lt;br /&gt;If you would have told me a year ago that we would be living in Houston, Tx and absolutely loving it, I probably would've slapped you in the mouth and ran the other way. Because I'm usually only brave for a second or two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, God has a funny way of making life funny for a funny person.&lt;br /&gt;I only wanted what any reasonable human being would want during times of absolute craziness. I just wanted it all to make sense.&lt;br /&gt;But, instead of sense we got faith.&lt;br /&gt;We no longer have a 'normal', and I have a sneaking suspicion that that was intentional.&lt;br /&gt;God only knows whats next.... literally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210596215838971300-390568065129399811?l=mrbryson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/feeds/390568065129399811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210596215838971300&amp;postID=390568065129399811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/390568065129399811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/390568065129399811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-have-blog.html' title='I Have A Blog??'/><author><name>Bryson's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652613631555078015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SKsawU2fkmI/AAAAAAAABF0/jQzUJ9e5iMA/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210596215838971300.post-8555383388416736874</id><published>2009-10-11T18:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T18:50:30.431-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Her Highness Has Arrived</title><content type='html'>I CAN BREATHE!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/StJs0DOl6jI/AAAAAAAAB8c/FXe0JoUi9Gs/s1600-h/DSC02351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391491345391413810" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/StJs0DOl6jI/AAAAAAAAB8c/FXe0JoUi9Gs/s320/DSC02351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emma Lynn Weaver was born September 22, 2009 at 5:32pm 8lbs 6oz 19.5 in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom, Dad and brother are absolutely in love.....all over again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/StJuIcOU6RI/AAAAAAAAB8k/j8Gqf_uK1MM/s1600-h/DSC02377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391492795210197266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/StJuIcOU6RI/AAAAAAAAB8k/j8Gqf_uK1MM/s320/DSC02377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you to everyone who was able to come share in Emma's birth with us!  We had a blast.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I get little moments to myself, I'll try to hop on here and post pics.  But moments to myself are few and far between right now!  Here's hoping!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210596215838971300-8555383388416736874?l=mrbryson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/feeds/8555383388416736874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210596215838971300&amp;postID=8555383388416736874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/8555383388416736874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/8555383388416736874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/2009/10/her-highness-has-arrived.html' title='Her Highness Has Arrived'/><author><name>Bryson's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652613631555078015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SKsawU2fkmI/AAAAAAAABF0/jQzUJ9e5iMA/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/StJs0DOl6jI/AAAAAAAAB8c/FXe0JoUi9Gs/s72-c/DSC02351.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210596215838971300.post-4042872007050424899</id><published>2009-08-03T13:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T14:00:09.804-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FOUR</title><content type='html'>My Mr. Bryson,&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm a little over a month late documenting your fourth birthday on this blog.  My only excuse is that mommy is a thousand months pregnant right now with your little sister, and its hard to move around, think and blog.  So I save all of my momminess for you live and in person, which you probably won't remember, but that's neither here nor there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR??  Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last year you have really come into your own.  Your personality is off the charts adorable.  You talk ALL the time, about anything and everything.  You probably say my name about 50,000 times a day, and while that can make me want to scream a lot, I'm so thankful that I get to be the one you call 'mama'.  Your imagination is in full swing from the time you get up in the morning until you go to bed at night.....and sometimes in the middle of the night!  We are dealing with a lot of uncertainty in our little family right now, but so far you seem unaffected.  You completely amaze me with how you adapt to your many environments! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have fallen more in love with your daddy in the last year, and I couldn't be more proud.  You want to do everything like daddy, be as big as daddy, walk like daddy, talk like daddy, fish like daddy, get dirty like daddy!  And as well you should.  Be like your daddy, Bryson!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In about a month you will meet your baby sister!  We are all so excited.  You have been so sweet throughout her time in mama's belly.  You talk to her every day.  You tell her who you are and that you love her so much, and that you will take care of her.  I'm really excited to teach you how to make bottles and change diapers!!  Hopefully, you'll catch on quick!  The other day, you brought me a color sheet of a little girl and said you were going to color it for Emma.  I told you I thought that was so sweet, then a few hours later I asked you why you hadn't colored it yet.  Your response: "Mama, I don't know what hers looks like yet".  I should've known!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are really impressing me with how smart you are.  You are learning to write your name.  You are very interested in letters and numbers, and are already doing well with recognition of both.  I love to hear you 'read'.  You know those letters are saying something, and what you make up is always a million times better than what is on the page!  Smart boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see what this next year holds for you.  I'm so excited to see you being a big brother to Emma.  She is going to be crazy about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to FOUR, Mr. Bryson!&lt;br /&gt;You are the complete joy of your mommy and daddy.  We love and enjoy you more than you will ever know! &lt;br /&gt;But I'm secretly hoping that 5 won't come as quickly as 4 did!  Fat chance, I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you more,&lt;br /&gt;Mama&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210596215838971300-4042872007050424899?l=mrbryson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/feeds/4042872007050424899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210596215838971300&amp;postID=4042872007050424899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/4042872007050424899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/4042872007050424899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/2009/08/four.html' title='FOUR'/><author><name>Bryson's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652613631555078015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SKsawU2fkmI/AAAAAAAABF0/jQzUJ9e5iMA/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210596215838971300.post-1419443928862907200</id><published>2009-06-09T15:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T16:06:30.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Recap</title><content type='html'>Mr. Bryson, as his pirate alter ego, on his way to the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/Si7A3XXrMLI/AAAAAAAABoA/rN0seuUAAMs/s1600-h/DSC02213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345421865134010546" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/Si7A3XXrMLI/AAAAAAAABoA/rN0seuUAAMs/s320/DSC02213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. and Mrs. Nick Weaver....and Mr. Handsome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/Si7AhwfHETI/AAAAAAAABn4/PqQXWjjNoCc/s1600-h/DSC02215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345421493918961970" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/Si7AhwfHETI/AAAAAAAABn4/PqQXWjjNoCc/s320/DSC02215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To borrow a line from Christ...."It Is Finished"!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The wedding weekend has come and gone and the newlyweds are well on there way to marital bliss....or so they think!! I kid. They are fabulous, and I could not be more excited that Whitney is my new sister-in-law. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. Bryson was the ring bearer for this blessed event. He was adorable. Seriously, so stinkin' cute. He was highly motivated to perform as directed by some brand new Batman toys that he could only get after the wedding, if he did a good job. And by a good job I mean not standing on stage and talking loudly. The kid does not quit talking and came without a volume button.....so, I was hesitant to get my hopes up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He had to be there at 3pm ready to take pictures. The wedding didn't start until 5:30pm. So I did what any good (pregnant) mother would do. I left him with his dad and totally bailed!! I did manage to say a little prayer that his blood sugar would stay at the right level for him to avoid a catastrophic melt down. I know, mother of the year! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came back to the church around 5ish to find that he was still alive and cute in his suit. Praise God! I sent him down the isle with two of the cutest little girls, then went to my seat to hold my breath and see what he would do.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The hubs was the best man, so that gave Mr. Bryson a direct target to walk to. Perfection. Nailed it! Nathan said Bryson was winking at Nick while he was walking toward him. How cute is that! When Whitney walked down to meet Nick and everyone stood up, it apparently confused Bryson a little so he had to find out what was going on. He stepped out in front of the pastor to get a better view of Whitney. It was really sweet. He loves his Whitney.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, he lasted about two minutes and after asking his dad to hold him, Nathan pointed him to me, where he sat out the rest of the wedding. So he never actually made it up on stage, but he was a trooper.....and WORN OUT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reception was quick and lovely, then the couple headed to Memphis for the night.....only to be greeted by six of their friends, hubs included, who drove the 2.5 hours to get some much deserved payback!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I'm not Jewish....but I wish I were...So, Mazel Tov to the newlyweds!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210596215838971300-1419443928862907200?l=mrbryson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/feeds/1419443928862907200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210596215838971300&amp;postID=1419443928862907200' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/1419443928862907200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/1419443928862907200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/2009/06/wedding-recap.html' title='Wedding Recap'/><author><name>Bryson's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652613631555078015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SKsawU2fkmI/AAAAAAAABF0/jQzUJ9e5iMA/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/Si7A3XXrMLI/AAAAAAAABoA/rN0seuUAAMs/s72-c/DSC02213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210596215838971300.post-3560025246586043261</id><published>2009-05-21T11:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T11:50:15.652-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blog-cation is OVER.....</title><content type='html'>Sorry to abandon you like that for....several months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that to blog, you need something to say.  But for the last several months I haven't really been in the mood to talk.  You're in luck now, though, because I have so much to say I can hardly contain myself.....or think of a coherent way to convey it.  This should be fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than try to bore you with a play-by-play of the last few months, I've decided that a Top Ten of sorts would suffice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes nothing.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Mr. Bryson developed a special 'gift' and prophesied that puppies would show up so he could play with them.  The next morning six puppies showed up in the yard.  SIX!!  Craziness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  The hubs enlisted in the Texas Air National Guard and we are currently waiting to find out his Basic Training date.  DRAMA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Temporarily moved to Arkansas while waiting for said Basic date.  Was only suppose to be roughly a month.......we are now in our third month here.  God Help!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Found out we are expecting #2!!!  And remembering that God's timing is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Mr. Bryson completed his first year of AWANA.....so proud of him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Threw up for 3 months straight.  You're welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Marrying off the hub's brother!  He's picked a winner!  Precious girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Confirmed that living far away from my mama is not such a good thing.  Lesson learned, can we move on now??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Two words....Poison Ivy.  That's all the detail you need!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  We found out #2 is a GIRL!!!  Her Highness will be born in September!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the gist of it!&lt;br /&gt;Be back soon....Promise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210596215838971300-3560025246586043261?l=mrbryson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/feeds/3560025246586043261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210596215838971300&amp;postID=3560025246586043261' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/3560025246586043261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/3560025246586043261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-cation-is-over.html' title='The Blog-cation is OVER.....'/><author><name>Bryson's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652613631555078015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SKsawU2fkmI/AAAAAAAABF0/jQzUJ9e5iMA/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210596215838971300.post-1576958225099929258</id><published>2009-01-08T19:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T20:12:13.517-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Resolutions....</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm just going to get it all out of the way now......with a little twist.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing as how every year I say "oh, I'm not going to make any resolutions this year", but then I secretly do (a secret from who, you ask??  YOU!).  And then I secretly break them.  No, I secretly dig them a grave and secretly bury them!  Who knew I was so secretive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;insert&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this year I'm pretty sure I can keep all of them or....break some bad habits.  Either way, I won't feel like a total loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for my list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Gain weight&lt;br /&gt;2. Consume as many Diet Cokes in one day as humanly possible&lt;br /&gt;3.  Excuse my grumpiness, no matter what day of the month it is&lt;br /&gt;4.  Become more of the problem, not the solution, to Global Warming.  My hair care alone could be at fault.  I'm just saying...&lt;br /&gt;5.  Recognize the answers to everyone else's problems but my own&lt;br /&gt;6.  Be more bossy&lt;br /&gt;7.  Be disgustingly self-involved&lt;br /&gt;8.  Worry a little bit more&lt;br /&gt;9.  Assume everyone already knows how much I love them and act accordingly&lt;br /&gt;10.  Keep my spiritual feet planted firmly in the mud they currently reside in....and not grow a bit&lt;br /&gt;11.  Realize I'm the perfect wife and mother&lt;br /&gt;12.  Go ahead and write that parenting/marriage book to help all of the other struggling people in the world&lt;br /&gt;13.  Stop making lists&lt;br /&gt;14.  Never use coupons&lt;br /&gt;15.  Understand that kindness is overrated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......And there you have it!&lt;br /&gt;Here's hoping for a big fat failure.....according to my list!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210596215838971300-1576958225099929258?l=mrbryson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/feeds/1576958225099929258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210596215838971300&amp;postID=1576958225099929258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/1576958225099929258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/1576958225099929258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-years-resolutions.html' title='New Years Resolutions....'/><author><name>Bryson's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652613631555078015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SKsawU2fkmI/AAAAAAAABF0/jQzUJ9e5iMA/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210596215838971300.post-7980074342349301704</id><published>2009-01-06T15:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T16:12:36.980-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year....</title><content type='html'>It is finished!!! &lt;br /&gt;2008, that is!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you, but the Weaver household is leaving'08 where it belongs and pressing on towards a blessed and exciting '09.&lt;br /&gt;The holidays for us were filled with tons of family time, fun with friends and watching one little boy be the center of attention at all times.  Just as it should be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got several big things going on for our family at the moment, and we would so love and appreciate your prayers!  We are eager to see God get into our 'bidness' like we've never known!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post again soon with hopefully funnier content about Mr. Bryson!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year everyone!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210596215838971300-7980074342349301704?l=mrbryson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/feeds/7980074342349301704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210596215838971300&amp;postID=7980074342349301704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/7980074342349301704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/7980074342349301704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year....'/><author><name>Bryson's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652613631555078015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SKsawU2fkmI/AAAAAAAABF0/jQzUJ9e5iMA/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210596215838971300.post-7464037971997077982</id><published>2008-12-10T15:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:27:49.568-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What Blog??</title><content type='html'>Hi.  My name is Amber, and I'm a neglectful blogger. &lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine how all two of you who read this blog have gotten through the last few weeks without my mind boggling wisdom.  (cough, cough)  I apologize from the bottom of my very merry heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, onto jollier things......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tree is up, the stockings are hung and the nativity set has almost all of its pieces.  Its Christmastime, people! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some recent happenings in the Weaver household:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Bryson jumping from one couch to the other, resulting in his first busted nose.&lt;br /&gt;2.  His mom freaked out about #1&lt;br /&gt;3.  Bryson making up his own versions of classic Christmas songs....(videos to come)&lt;br /&gt;4.  Lots of Christmas cookie making and decorating&lt;br /&gt;5.  Bryson only coming up with two things he wants for Christmas.....and they are small and inexpensive.  Praise Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;6.  Family Christmas picture....if you are on my parent's mailing list you will see that Bryson decided to be the family clown.  Where did he come from?&lt;br /&gt;7.  Me trying to remember all kinds of stuff to blog about.....&lt;br /&gt;8.  Forgeting to do #7..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays!  Prepare Him room, people!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210596215838971300-7464037971997077982?l=mrbryson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/feeds/7464037971997077982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210596215838971300&amp;postID=7464037971997077982' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/7464037971997077982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/7464037971997077982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-blog.html' title='What Blog??'/><author><name>Bryson's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652613631555078015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SKsawU2fkmI/AAAAAAAABF0/jQzUJ9e5iMA/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210596215838971300.post-2355420991634782834</id><published>2008-11-24T18:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T18:39:53.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Kickin'.....</title><content type='html'>I've got about a second to post....&lt;br /&gt;Sorry there hasn't been much blogging lately.  We've found ourselves very busy....and without internet!  Eeeeek!&lt;br /&gt;All is well.  We are gearing up for the holidays and family time!  We are so excited to spend time with the people we love and don't get to see very often!&lt;br /&gt;We wish all of you a very happy Thanksgiving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more blogging to come.....I'm almost sure of it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210596215838971300-2355420991634782834?l=mrbryson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/feeds/2355420991634782834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210596215838971300&amp;postID=2355420991634782834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/2355420991634782834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/2355420991634782834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/2008/11/still-kickin.html' title='Still Kickin&apos;.....'/><author><name>Bryson's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652613631555078015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SKsawU2fkmI/AAAAAAAABF0/jQzUJ9e5iMA/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210596215838971300.post-3287134206207272822</id><published>2008-10-30T21:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T12:29:15.978-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bedtime Prayers</title><content type='html'>The following is the conversation I just had with the mister while puting him to bed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bryson&lt;/span&gt; be still and fold your hands so we can say our prayers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bryson&lt;/span&gt;: (not being still...looking at his hands suspiciously)&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bryson&lt;/span&gt;, please be still and fold your hands...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bryson&lt;/span&gt;: (sticking his hand in my face)...I can't say my prayers, there's a booger on my finger.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a spiritual household this is!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210596215838971300-3287134206207272822?l=mrbryson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/feeds/3287134206207272822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210596215838971300&amp;postID=3287134206207272822' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/3287134206207272822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/3287134206207272822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/2008/10/bedtime-prayers.html' title='Bedtime Prayers'/><author><name>Bryson's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652613631555078015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SKsawU2fkmI/AAAAAAAABF0/jQzUJ9e5iMA/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210596215838971300.post-2039787065101831892</id><published>2008-10-22T22:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T23:16:08.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Found another video....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-855c457098e327f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SKsawU2fkmI/AAAAAAAABF0/jQzUJ9e5iMA/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210596215838971300.post-3873684720762772086</id><published>2008-10-22T14:53:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T22:43:09.755-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Complete Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>October 19th, 2008 had been a long time coming. Some old friends came to town, and I'm never one to pass up a reunion.....okay, that's a lie - but I could NOT pass this one up. Joey, Jordan, Jonathan, Danny and Donnie.....known to regular people as New Kids On The Block....invited me and some friends to their show. And by 'invited' I mean their tour manager booked a date in Dallas at AAC and then made tickets available for purchase. That's the same thing, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best thing about it was the tickets were FREE.....and AWESOME. SuperFriends, Dee and Jodi, scored six amazing tickets from some poor souls who do not appreciate mediocre music from THE original boy band. LUCKY US!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can I just tell you, this was the most fun I've had in a while. We started the pre-show at Chuy's for some Mexican food and...well, fun.... There were so many tables filled with women who had not out-grown their love for NKOTB....we were in glad company. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got to our seats right before the opening act took the stage....it was Natasha Beddingfield. She was FABULOUS....minus her mullet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then it happened......the lights went down and women now in there 20's and 30's were screaming as if it were 1993 all over again. It was INSANE, people. I mean, the arena was sold out. Wall to wall females unleashing the love they've had bottled up for 15 years for 5 not-so-young boy-banders who stole their hearts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets just be honest for a second..... these guys (now men) are on tour again because they have probably either &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;incurred &lt;/span&gt;some debt, spent their kids' college fund or had to find some way to pay for the messy divorce they are going through. But, I'm so glad they did. It provided a perfect girl's night out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pics and video from the awesomeness that is NKOTB......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SP-QlRapscI/AAAAAAAABHc/G36DqMkcBEs/s1600-h/DSC01897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260081859796775362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SP-QlRapscI/AAAAAAAABHc/G36DqMkcBEs/s320/DSC01897.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SP-UCg8ryrI/AAAAAAAABHs/CZFBHUuyM5c/s1600-h/DSC01888_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260085660717140658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SP-UCg8ryrI/AAAAAAAABHs/CZFBHUuyM5c/s320/DSC01888_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652613631555078015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SKsawU2fkmI/AAAAAAAABF0/jQzUJ9e5iMA/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SP-QlRapscI/AAAAAAAABHc/G36DqMkcBEs/s72-c/DSC01897.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210596215838971300.post-348504882769272704</id><published>2008-10-02T15:40:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T11:14:58.862-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Pages......</title><content type='html'>Does anyone remember that Bill Cosby kids show?? I loved the 'picture pages' segment. Anywho, I'm not here to bore you with my childhood memories. I have exciting news..... My camera has finally found its way out of the bottom of my purse! YAY! Since I last posted a picture of our only begotten on here, I have taken 76 pictures. No way am I posting all of them!&lt;br /&gt;But I will post some of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note, my 3 year old boy is now in 4T pants. Can I object to that??? It breaks my heart in senseless ways every time I get him dressed. I'm so pathetic! I'm gonna need a $700 billion bailout for his winter wardrobe! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On to the pics.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryson and Tatem before their slumber party even started!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SOU6-kNHExI/AAAAAAAABHU/XPpU8iT-GvI/s1600-h/DSC01814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252669386942518034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SOU6-kNHExI/AAAAAAAABHU/XPpU8iT-GvI/s320/DSC01814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryson got to see his cousin, Holden, play football at SMU (not for SMU, he's only 8). Bryson LOVED it and let me know that when he turns 4 he will be playing football! Thanks for the warning!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SOU58T-aVvI/AAAAAAAABHM/42uKkm7Rmxk/s1600-h/DSC01809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252668248714532594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SOU58T-aVvI/AAAAAAAABHM/42uKkm7Rmxk/s320/DSC01809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wrestling a longhorn for our Aggie friends!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SOU4yTohtfI/AAAAAAAABHE/74zIa_NPExQ/s1600-h/DSC01798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252666977312421362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SOU4yTohtfI/AAAAAAAABHE/74zIa_NPExQ/s320/DSC01798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On daddy's day off we went to the splash park by our house....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SOU3nBXV9yI/AAAAAAAABG8/KAf5gxgaw8o/s1600-h/DSC01750_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252665683918321442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SOU3nBXV9yI/AAAAAAAABG8/KAf5gxgaw8o/s320/DSC01750_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;3-point stance, with a little plumber action happening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SOU2f6LKGYI/AAAAAAAABG0/Xx6nJfRDvOY/s1600-h/DSC01764_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252664462217451906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SOU2f6LKGYI/AAAAAAAABG0/Xx6nJfRDvOY/s320/DSC01764_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goofy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SOU1sEt2W7I/AAAAAAAABGs/LxY5u3WL4KA/s1600-h/DSC01789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252663571694115762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SOU1sEt2W7I/AAAAAAAABGs/LxY5u3WL4KA/s320/DSC01789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hiding" from dad.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SOU0uR6Ur_I/AAAAAAAABGk/wcE_acXs97Y/s1600-h/DSC01772_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252662510084206578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SOU0uR6Ur_I/AAAAAAAABGk/wcE_acXs97Y/s320/DSC01772_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else are you suppose to do with a hot dog bun....at a restaurant??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SOU0Zy5gObI/AAAAAAAABGc/5X5hpqRtYCI/s1600-h/DSC01744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252662158161885618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SOU0Zy5gObI/AAAAAAAABGc/5X5hpqRtYCI/s320/DSC01744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before our flight to AR.....forever ago, just thought this was cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SOUzvkmfMYI/AAAAAAAABGU/mWH8Ov56t80/s1600-h/DSC01726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252661432769524098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SOUzvkmfMYI/AAAAAAAABGU/mWH8Ov56t80/s320/DSC01726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210596215838971300-348504882769272704?l=mrbryson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/feeds/348504882769272704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210596215838971300&amp;postID=348504882769272704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/348504882769272704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/348504882769272704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/2008/10/picture-pages.html' title='Picture Pages......'/><author><name>Bryson's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652613631555078015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SKsawU2fkmI/AAAAAAAABF0/jQzUJ9e5iMA/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SOU6-kNHExI/AAAAAAAABHU/XPpU8iT-GvI/s72-c/DSC01814.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210596215838971300.post-7208191304070164633</id><published>2008-09-19T09:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T09:27:14.992-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not For Mommies.....</title><content type='html'>The weather has been ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL lately.  I'm thinking Fall could actually be a possibility this year in North Texas!!  Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;So, Mr. Bryson and I have had quite a bit of playtime outside this week.  We've been playing ourselves silly in the backyard and having so much fun.  He was swinging the other day, wanting to push him so high "&lt;em&gt;so I can see the Americal flag over there&lt;/em&gt;" (our neighbors have an American flag....he's just learned the pledge so he's all about it....another blog, another time).  After about five minutes, and my biceps burning from pushing him, he decides its his turn to push me.  How sweet, I thought. &lt;br /&gt;I sit down, he tries to push me with all his 3 year old might......I don't budge.  He stepped back and said "&lt;em&gt;Um, I just fink this swing isn't for mommies&lt;/em&gt;"......"&lt;em&gt;MY TURN&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cute, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, well don't think I'm above showing a preschooler how high his mommy can swing!  I'm shameless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210596215838971300-7208191304070164633?l=mrbryson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/feeds/7208191304070164633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210596215838971300&amp;postID=7208191304070164633' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/7208191304070164633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/7208191304070164633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/2008/09/not-for-mommies.html' title='Not For Mommies.....'/><author><name>Bryson's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652613631555078015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SKsawU2fkmI/AAAAAAAABF0/jQzUJ9e5iMA/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210596215838971300.post-3196957296271941060</id><published>2008-09-12T11:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T11:34:20.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebellion Is Bound In The Heart Of A Child....</title><content type='html'>One word:  OREOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One delicious little cookie that causes a three year old to stumble in his quest for obedience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryson and his daddy share a special bond that involves Oreos.  I'm not a huge fan of them, but its cute to watch them inhale and entire package in one sitting.   Oh, I kid......sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryson knows that we can't have Oreos all the time.  They are a special reward.&lt;br /&gt;So, the other morning he comes into my room with Oreos all over his mouth and this is our conversation that followed.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (I'm just looking at him like 'you've got to be kidding me')&lt;br /&gt;Bryson:  &lt;em&gt;Mama, I didn't get the Oreos, I was just checkin' on 'em.......to make sure them was safe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Really?  Bryson, whats all over your face?&lt;br /&gt;Bryson:  &lt;em&gt;Well, I just got a little bit dirty.  &lt;/em&gt;(And then he ran out of the room).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky for him, my rod of correction was lost in the move.&lt;br /&gt;Help me, Lord Jesus!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210596215838971300-3196957296271941060?l=mrbryson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/feeds/3196957296271941060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210596215838971300&amp;postID=3196957296271941060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/3196957296271941060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/3196957296271941060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/2008/09/rebellion-is-bound-in-heart-of-child.html' title='Rebellion Is Bound In The Heart Of A Child....'/><author><name>Bryson's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652613631555078015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SKsawU2fkmI/AAAAAAAABF0/jQzUJ9e5iMA/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210596215838971300.post-2294581346544089770</id><published>2008-09-11T11:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T11:53:42.585-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Familiar Chaos......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;After almost eight months of upheaval, I'm starting to see a hint of familiarity. Although, I'm not exactly sure what it is that looks so familiar. Bryson sleeping in his own bed? (Can I get an 'Amen') Conversation not completely consumed with 'freaking out'? Looking up for five seconds to notice that my world is actually &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; falling apart? I'm gonna go with D - All of the Above. Whatever the reason, a change of season is coming.....and I'm thankful. Not because I know that sunshine and roses is all that lies ahead, but because I am increasingly aware of where we've been and who has brought us through. I know this is vague...and that's on purpose. I am admittedly horrible with vulnerability. But I just need to express my gratitude to some VERY special people who saw passed that and have been a very present help in a certain time of need. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks is not enough.....but your love is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210596215838971300-2294581346544089770?l=mrbryson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/feeds/2294581346544089770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210596215838971300&amp;postID=2294581346544089770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/2294581346544089770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/2294581346544089770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/2008/09/familiar-chaos.html' title='Familiar Chaos......'/><author><name>Bryson's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652613631555078015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SKsawU2fkmI/AAAAAAAABF0/jQzUJ9e5iMA/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210596215838971300.post-363812747678320619</id><published>2008-09-02T22:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T22:45:25.102-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaaaaaand We're Back......</title><content type='html'>I'm so sorry I've been giving y'all the silent treatment for the past couple of weeks. I haven't broken up with you..... Its not you...Its me ....I hope we can still be friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past week we have played house swap with two other families. Now, I know none of you can relate to this, but I tend to not have an abundance of faith when it comes to uncertain circumstances..(i.e. my life)...and these 'circumstances' tend to happen every five minutes. What?? Am I missing a point here?? :)&lt;br /&gt;Just listen to how good God is at His job....its just like Him to show off like this....&lt;br /&gt;So, our lease was about to be up in our apartment. Our apartment was lovely, but I did NOT want to renew our lease. We need a yard. Time was running out, and my hair was falling out from a little bit of stress. Just a little bit. I'm pretty sure I was 10 minutes away from Shingles. Not good.&lt;br /&gt;Then....guess what just so happened.....(short version)...The M's bought a house; The V's move to the M's abode; The Weavers (that's US) move to the V's house.&lt;br /&gt;YAY! ....and we all lived happily ever after...for five more minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryson doesn't quite understand whats going on yet....he thinks we're having a really long slumber party at TreyMan's house. Bless his heart. But he loves playing in the backyard in his underwear. He's such a boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired and sore from moving all of our life's stuff.....so, I'm gonna go try to take a night time nap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210596215838971300-363812747678320619?l=mrbryson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/feeds/363812747678320619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210596215838971300&amp;postID=363812747678320619' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/363812747678320619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/363812747678320619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/2008/09/aaaaaaand-were-back.html' title='Aaaaaaand We&apos;re Back......'/><author><name>Bryson's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652613631555078015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SKsawU2fkmI/AAAAAAAABF0/jQzUJ9e5iMA/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210596215838971300.post-465555513659365583</id><published>2008-08-19T14:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T15:20:45.505-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Olympic Feats At 30,000 ft</title><content type='html'>Let me tell you a little story, K?.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryson and I flew to Arkansas for the weekend to do a little visiting. The flight there was fun and exciting. Bryson kept yelling 'I CAN'T HEAR, MOM'.....'IT'S SO LOUD, MOM'....'WHERE ARE THE BIRDS, MOM'.... Luckily everyone around us happened to enjoy loud, cute children. And who doesn't really??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight back home had some interesting twists. Bryson and I picked our seats (hehehe), and by God's goodness, we got a row all to ourselves. We grabbed a little snack before the flight, so I was helping the mister finish his, got him all buckled in...as we taxi down the runway. About the time the little wheels reach for the sky, Bryson yells (because he obviously cannot control the volume of his voice)..."Mom, I &lt;em&gt;meed&lt;/em&gt; to go potty". To which I say "Of course you do".&lt;br /&gt;I think its so funny which life moments reveal the depth of your spirituality. For example, I now know that I can pray as fervently for a family crisis as I do for my child's bladder at a most inconvenient moment. I am here to testify that we serve a Mighty God who can hold off a 3 year old's 'business' until cruising altitude. He is truly worthy of some praise here, people.&lt;br /&gt;As soon we had leveled off up in the clouds, we made our move to the 'lavatory'.....(why can't it just be called the restroom??) We managed to origami ourselves into a three inch space so this little tot could finally get some relief. Can I just say that turbulence is not a friend to a little guy who's only been potty-trained for four months. Despite his best effort, our Mr. Bryson found it very hard to match the perfect 'aim' he has on land. He kept saying "I CAN'T BE STILL"....I was cracking up at what was going on in that fancy 'lavatory'. When he was finished, I showed him the button that flushes the toilet......the loud suction noise scared him so bad, he shivered all over for about ten seconds. I was crying from laughter as we were bouncing back to our seats. When I got him all buckled in again, he looked at me and said "I just can't be big enough for that potty, mom".......And he slept the rest of the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;THE END&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210596215838971300-465555513659365583?l=mrbryson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/feeds/465555513659365583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210596215838971300&amp;postID=465555513659365583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/465555513659365583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/465555513659365583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/2008/08/olympic-feats-at-30000-ft.html' title='Olympic Feats At 30,000 ft'/><author><name>Bryson's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652613631555078015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SKsawU2fkmI/AAAAAAAABF0/jQzUJ9e5iMA/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210596215838971300.post-4329526284511157741</id><published>2008-08-13T08:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T08:45:51.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rough Start</title><content type='html'>The strong-willed monster has reared its ugly head this morning.&lt;br /&gt;After we Bryson and I snuggled in bed for a while, while watching cartoons, we had this conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryson:  Mama, can you get me a drink?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Sure baby, you want some milk?&lt;br /&gt;Bryson:  Yep, Chocolate milk.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Oh, I'm sorry we don't have any chocolate milk.&lt;br /&gt;Bryson:  "&lt;em&gt;Don't argue me mama, I meed some chocolate milk&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Me:  aaaaand.......TIMEOUT!&lt;br /&gt;And on his way to his Time-out spot he was saying "I'm so so sorry mama, I just love chocolate milk so so much".....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't be all that upset because I'm pretty sure the chocolate milk gene came from me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some new mercies this morning!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210596215838971300-4329526284511157741?l=mrbryson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/feeds/4329526284511157741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210596215838971300&amp;postID=4329526284511157741' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/4329526284511157741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/4329526284511157741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/2008/08/rough-start.html' title='Rough Start'/><author><name>Bryson's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652613631555078015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SKsawU2fkmI/AAAAAAAABF0/jQzUJ9e5iMA/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210596215838971300.post-4534241869490725044</id><published>2008-08-04T09:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T09:25:22.948-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;Okay, so before you think I'm running some sort of child labor ring, hear me out.  Our Mr. Bryson loves, LOVES, to help me out with household chores.  That is truly an alien characteristic to me, so I have no idea where he gets it.  I certainly don't enjoy it.....and, well, we all know his daddy didn't influence him on that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I was doing my normal five things at one time the other day, with the mr following my every step.  I had a wild idea and decided to see if he could successfully get the clothes out of the dryer and into the basket.  He is advanced for a three year old, after all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;When I was done loading the dishwasher, I came to check on his progress.  And HE DID IT!!  Only his method was to get in the dryer and throw the clothes in the basket from the inside out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I think I might try that next time!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SJcOUesq1qI/AAAAAAAABFM/LRwzSg7lflw/s1600-h/DSC01696.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SJcOUesq1qI/AAAAAAAABFM/LRwzSg7lflw/s1600-h/DSC01696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230665237214713506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SJcOUesq1qI/AAAAAAAABFM/LRwzSg7lflw/s320/DSC01696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210596215838971300-4534241869490725044?l=mrbryson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/feeds/4534241869490725044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210596215838971300&amp;postID=4534241869490725044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/4534241869490725044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/4534241869490725044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/2008/08/inside-out.html' title='Inside Out'/><author><name>Bryson's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652613631555078015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SKsawU2fkmI/AAAAAAAABF0/jQzUJ9e5iMA/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SJcOUesq1qI/AAAAAAAABFM/LRwzSg7lflw/s72-c/DSC01696.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210596215838971300.post-7039311715667808377</id><published>2008-07-28T13:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T13:16:30.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue</title><content type='html'>That's the last time I let him drive himself to the salon to get his hair &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SI4MBcSL3QI/AAAAAAAABFE/XNrBACxllt0/s1600-h/DSC01677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228129436335594754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SI4MBcSL3QI/AAAAAAAABFE/XNrBACxllt0/s320/DSC01677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210596215838971300-7039311715667808377?l=mrbryson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/feeds/7039311715667808377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210596215838971300&amp;postID=7039311715667808377' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/7039311715667808377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/7039311715667808377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/2008/07/blue.html' title='Blue'/><author><name>Bryson's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652613631555078015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SKsawU2fkmI/AAAAAAAABF0/jQzUJ9e5iMA/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SI4MBcSL3QI/AAAAAAAABFE/XNrBACxllt0/s72-c/DSC01677.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210596215838971300.post-2430948894908224316</id><published>2008-07-17T08:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T08:26:07.338-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cure All</title><content type='html'>People, my kid is a FREAK about band-aids. Just this summer alone we've gone through about eight boxes. He has often been known to put band-aids on his moles....for lack of real boo-boos. The other day I hear Bryson whine a little from the other room, then he tells himself "oh, I &lt;em&gt;meed&lt;/em&gt; a band-aid". Obviously be bumped his head on something.......or he didn't. He's getting creative with his bandaging........this was his first uni-brow incident.&lt;br /&gt;Now, join me in some praise when I tell you that his eyebrows stayed in their rightful place upon removal of the magic band-aid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SH9FtAXj4UI/AAAAAAAABE8/whe_H_JzT-A/s1600-h/DSC01669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223970732268314946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SH9FtAXj4UI/AAAAAAAABE8/whe_H_JzT-A/s320/DSC01669.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210596215838971300-2430948894908224316?l=mrbryson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/feeds/2430948894908224316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210596215838971300&amp;postID=2430948894908224316' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/2430948894908224316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/2430948894908224316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/2008/07/cure-all.html' title='Cure All'/><author><name>Bryson's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652613631555078015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SKsawU2fkmI/AAAAAAAABF0/jQzUJ9e5iMA/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SH9FtAXj4UI/AAAAAAAABE8/whe_H_JzT-A/s72-c/DSC01669.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210596215838971300.post-4182088398137339749</id><published>2008-07-10T21:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T21:40:00.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God Is Strong</title><content type='html'>So, a couple of Sundays ago I picked up Mr. Bryson from his class.  He had a necklace on, that I assume was the craft for the day.....because nothing says 'hey, I just came from church' like a good macaroni craft.  I digress.  The necklace, in all it's macaroni glory, had a piece of construction paper on it that said 'God Is Strong'.  Being the good mother that I am, I proceeded to interrogate the Mr to see what he had learned that day.....and also to make sure his teachers were doctrinally sound. &lt;br /&gt;Our conversation was as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Hey buddy, what did you learn in church today?&lt;br /&gt;Bryson:  I learned about God and Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  (so far, so good teachers)....what did you learn about God?&lt;br /&gt;Bryson:  (Blank stare)  I &lt;em&gt;meed&lt;/em&gt; to go potty.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Okay, did you learn that God is strong? (helping a toddler out- pointing to the craft)&lt;br /&gt;Bryson:  Yep&lt;br /&gt;Me:  How is God strong?&lt;br /&gt;Bryson:  &lt;em&gt;Him keelt some guy, He's big and strong&lt;/em&gt;. (While showing me his muscles)&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Well, maybe next Sunday......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210596215838971300-4182088398137339749?l=mrbryson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/feeds/4182088398137339749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210596215838971300&amp;postID=4182088398137339749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/4182088398137339749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/4182088398137339749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/2008/07/god-is-strong.html' title='God Is Strong'/><author><name>Bryson's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652613631555078015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SKsawU2fkmI/AAAAAAAABF0/jQzUJ9e5iMA/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210596215838971300.post-5121912730182738861</id><published>2008-07-01T20:39:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T21:51:11.929-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And Then......</title><content type='html'>Apparently I was not prepared for life with a three year old..... or maybe its just a coincidence that I have been able to accomplish absolutely nothing in the past week and a half. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I brief you on the birthday extravaganza, I have to tell you about last Tuesday. Its taken me a week to recover. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so we all know how wonderful Mr. Bryson is..right? Right. Well, if my memory is correct (I've tried to block it out) last Tuesday was an 18 hour meltdown from Hades. Mr. Bryson is not prone to meltdowns......whining, yes.....meltdowns, NO. Which also means that his parents are not use to 'parenting' during said meltdowns. I really need to brush up on my mommy toughness, and maybe read through some Dobson books again. There was screaming, whaling, gnashing of teeth.....and that was just from me! Thankfully, the storm passed after about 12 time-outs and some very serious tone-age of voice. Praise Jesus, my sweet boy returned the next morning!! And you will all be happy to know he gives me a heads up on what kind of boy he's going to be for the day! So far its been "mommy, I'm probably just gonna be a good boy today". WHEW!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, enough of that. Here are some pictures from happier times! Thanks to Meme &amp;amp; Papa and Aunt Vickie &amp;amp; Uncle Kyle for hosting the great toddler invasion! We love you so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your everyday Superhero....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SGrmN1S_NwI/AAAAAAAABD4/U2fqYE24oq4/s1600-h/IMG_0606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218236243581548290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SGrmN1S_NwI/AAAAAAAABD4/U2fqYE24oq4/s320/IMG_0606.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest addition to his collection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SGrnCfeSkvI/AAAAAAAABEA/jKhNTx2PNZk/s1600-h/IMG_0652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218237148256441074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SGrnCfeSkvI/AAAAAAAABEA/jKhNTx2PNZk/s320/IMG_0652.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There may have been adults in the bounce house......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SGrnudzCd3I/AAAAAAAABEI/UPqdefAGZQM/s1600-h/IMG_0612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218237903720839026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SGrnudzCd3I/AAAAAAAABEI/UPqdefAGZQM/s320/IMG_0612.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Meems....she's the greatest!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SGro7tx_ZvI/AAAAAAAABEQ/rI1pYL1ZjGQ/s1600-h/IMG_0669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218239230861338354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SGro7tx_ZvI/AAAAAAAABEQ/rI1pYL1ZjGQ/s320/IMG_0669.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And good times were had by all.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SGrqSrTl6iI/AAAAAAAABEY/fnOcbnDMKDo/s1600-h/IMG_0674.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218240724845586978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SGrqSrTl6iI/AAAAAAAABEY/fnOcbnDMKDo/s320/IMG_0674.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210596215838971300-5121912730182738861?l=mrbryson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/feeds/5121912730182738861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210596215838971300&amp;postID=5121912730182738861' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/5121912730182738861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/5121912730182738861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/2008/07/and-then.html' title='And Then......'/><author><name>Bryson's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652613631555078015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SKsawU2fkmI/AAAAAAAABF0/jQzUJ9e5iMA/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SGrmN1S_NwI/AAAAAAAABD4/U2fqYE24oq4/s72-c/IMG_0606.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210596215838971300.post-3985280628232932494</id><published>2008-06-19T19:17:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T20:57:16.738-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Tomfoolery...if you will</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a2df79dd20bd9c36" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da2df79dd20bd9c36%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331296849%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D710DB46D464205A08B132A06F1AAD7637762BDDE.41282DD7E5AF4AE87335DD5149261CEEF706D0F8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da2df79dd20bd9c36%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUim6wRe4zzDlQoH695uP8rSqL9g&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da2df79dd20bd9c36%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331296849%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D710DB46D464205A08B132A06F1AAD7637762BDDE.41282DD7E5AF4AE87335DD5149261CEEF706D0F8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da2df79dd20bd9c36%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUim6wRe4zzDlQoH695uP8rSqL9g&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SFk3M5fQJ3I/AAAAAAAABDs/uMvLGe_YM60/s320/DSC01424_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SFk27vuCkkI/AAAAAAAABDk/QPLIiNlDPwk/s1600-h/nb1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213258443707814466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SFk27vuCkkI/AAAAAAAABDk/QPLIiNlDPwk/s320/nb1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My baby is 3!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How in the world has time flown so fast? It seems like he should be five minutes old, and I should still be giddy from my epidural. God bless that magic juice!! At the same time, I feel like I've known him forever. Was there life before this precious tot came to join us? I can barely remember it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember when I met Jesus. I remember some of high school and college. I remember getting married. I remember parts of our first two years of marriage.......then, I remember seeing that ONE pill I missed. Praise God for forgetfulness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know how women tend to be a little hormonal when the preggo-ness sets in? I was completely irrational. Most women, from what I hear, have common fears like if their baby will be healthy, a decent member of society, etc. My two biggest fears were that my baby would have no personality and it would be ugly. If you'd seen my baby pictures you would understand why I feared the latter. Don't judge me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my third trimester, my doctor had a feeling that something might be wrong with Bryson's heart. It was shaped weird, could cause problems, yada, yada, yada. I never really worried about it - which was even more irrational. I knew God was the creator of that tiny man's heart, and He alone would inspect, diagnose and cure. My doctor made me go have one of those 4D Ultrasounds done with 'the Specialist'. I feel like I need that title! So, Nathan loaded me and my 60 lb. belly into the car and headed to our 'Special' doctor...for our 'Special' baby. That was the day I became completely worthless. When that picture popped up on the T.V. screen, it felt like Bryson reached up and grabbed my heart and hasn't let go since. There was nothing wrong with his heart.....he just wanted us to get a better look at him. Those cheeks!! It looked like Casper the Friendly ghost was in my belly! Those lips! I couldn't wait to kiss them! We only had to wait a few more weeks to meet him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like I should inject a show of public gratitude to my husband for enduring nine months of my craziness.....okay, its more like five years of it but whatever! Nathan, you are my favorite man! Thank you for loving me in all my madness......and thank you for that little man. You are an incredible father. I love how you love our son. You are our hero!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On June 22nd, from the moment Bryson was born, my former fears held no merit. He was and is the cutest, most lively and funny beings I have ever met. His sanguine personality rivals my own, which makes me one proud mama, and keeps his daddy cracking up. Those of you who know him, know that he makes an audience of anyone he encounters. He is the pure JOY of his parents. The delight of his grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins and buddies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do understand that every mother in the world feels this way about their children. I don't think my boy is better than any other little boy......I'm just so glad I got this one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of being my joy, as I am typing this he just let me know that he 'keelt a bug in the udder room' &lt;em&gt;with my Blackberry&lt;/em&gt;. JOY, people......pure joy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just can't wait to meet his possible brothers and sisters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, I'm not......but thanks for wondering! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday Mr. Bryson!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210596215838971300-4215413392712535746?l=mrbryson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/feeds/4215413392712535746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210596215838971300&amp;postID=4215413392712535746' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/4215413392712535746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/4215413392712535746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/2008/06/mr-bryson.html' title='THE Mr. Bryson'/><author><name>Bryson's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652613631555078015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SKsawU2fkmI/AAAAAAAABF0/jQzUJ9e5iMA/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SFk3M5fQJ3I/AAAAAAAABDs/uMvLGe_YM60/s72-c/DSC01424_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210596215838971300.post-5338050776522222587</id><published>2008-06-12T08:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T09:42:41.502-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Arranged Marriage??</title><content type='html'>I am fairly certain I have found Bryson's wife!  And after only a few play dates! &lt;br /&gt;Chrissa and I took the tots to the mall for a little indoor playtime.  Praise Jesus for indoor playgrounds when it is a zillion degrees outside!! &lt;br /&gt;Bryson and Kaedyn (a.k.a "that girl" - by Bryson) played so good together while the moms watched after Kenzie (little sister) and had a little visit.  What I think is amazing about play dates is the depth of conversation that can be had between the moms in a few run-on sentences, while running to the aid of falling/thirsty/hungry/lovely children.  We truly are multi-taskers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple of pics of the lovely couple........&lt;br /&gt;.....and they already have something in common: Chick-fil-A sweet tea. &lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure we're gonna drink that in Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SFErbZhhQTI/AAAAAAAABDU/EKHMwF_G0j0/s1600-h/DSC01446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210993993552314674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SFErbZhhQTI/AAAAAAAABDU/EKHMwF_G0j0/s320/DSC01446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SFEruDC3gXI/AAAAAAAABDc/JD1Eu0Q2rrM/s1600-h/DSC01448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210994313935683954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SFEruDC3gXI/AAAAAAAABDc/JD1Eu0Q2rrM/s320/DSC01448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210596215838971300-5338050776522222587?l=mrbryson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/feeds/5338050776522222587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210596215838971300&amp;postID=5338050776522222587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/5338050776522222587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/5338050776522222587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/2008/06/arranged-marriage.html' title='Arranged Marriage??'/><author><name>Bryson's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652613631555078015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SKsawU2fkmI/AAAAAAAABF0/jQzUJ9e5iMA/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SFErbZhhQTI/AAAAAAAABDU/EKHMwF_G0j0/s72-c/DSC01446.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210596215838971300.post-6620232974584166644</id><published>2008-06-07T16:18:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T16:48:12.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Planet Hero Invasion....'08</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SEr8vRbVv5I/AAAAAAAABCk/iSFQ6xFq96I/s1600-h/DSC01422_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209253808069525394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SEr8vRbVv5I/AAAAAAAABCk/iSFQ6xFq96I/s320/DSC01422_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Granna, Grandad and Uncle Nick came down from Arkansas this weekend for a quick visit to celebrate Mr. Bryson's birthday, which is in a couple of weeks. To the Mr.'s great delight, they brought with them almost the entire brigade of Planet Heroes.....Bryson's favorite toys. It goes without saying that what this tot wants, this tot gets......&lt;em&gt;from his grandparents&lt;/em&gt;!! Bless their hearts, they just love him to bits. He was so excited to open his new toys, in tot-terms I think that means he was very grateful...that's what I'm choosing to believe anyway.&lt;br /&gt;It was a short visit, but we had a good time. We even got to go to the movies right before they had to head back home!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryson and Uncle Nick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SEr8SH4E_zI/AAAAAAAABCc/a7fy2jx9u_o/s1600-h/DSC01406_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209253307289501490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SEr8SH4E_zI/AAAAAAAABCc/a7fy2jx9u_o/s320/DSC01406_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy helping Bryson with his birthday dessert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SEr7-FXnt1I/AAAAAAAABCU/sObjeJWOdQ4/s1600-h/DSC01402_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209252963019110226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SEr7-FXnt1I/AAAAAAAABCU/sObjeJWOdQ4/s320/DSC01402_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granna and Bryson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SEr7q0P6CvI/AAAAAAAABCM/ocTrdtszO7A/s1600-h/DSC01399_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209252632005839602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SEr7q0P6CvI/AAAAAAAABCM/ocTrdtszO7A/s320/DSC01399_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoying a refreshment at the movies (no, he did not drink the whole thing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SEr9L-1NoXI/AAAAAAAABCs/TjD5wi7U87w/s1600-h/DSC01427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209254301293977970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SEr9L-1NoXI/AAAAAAAABCs/TjD5wi7U87w/s320/DSC01427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210596215838971300-6620232974584166644?l=mrbryson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/feeds/6620232974584166644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210596215838971300&amp;postID=6620232974584166644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/6620232974584166644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/6620232974584166644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/2008/06/planet-hero-invasion08.html' title='Planet Hero Invasion....&apos;08'/><author><name>Bryson's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652613631555078015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SKsawU2fkmI/AAAAAAAABF0/jQzUJ9e5iMA/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SEr8vRbVv5I/AAAAAAAABCk/iSFQ6xFq96I/s72-c/DSC01422_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210596215838971300.post-1790034492430385290</id><published>2008-05-22T15:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T15:11:42.387-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruit Roll-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I'm sure every mom thinks their child is brilliant. But my boy.....well......he continues to prove his specialness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;This is a conversation I had with him about an hour ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Mom: Bryson, wanna eat a fruit roll up? (knowing this will be his first roll-up, I totally think he can handle it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Bryson: Momma, you're so nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Mom: I need a kiss first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Bryson: How about later?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Mom: NOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;After about 5 minutes of him snacking on his roll-up, I go to check on him and see that there are holes in the paper part of this fructose filled snack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Mom: BRYSON, YOU ATE THE PAPER!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Bryson: I know. Can we go look for rollie-pollie's outside?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Oh lawd! My kid eats paper.....and likes it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210596215838971300-1790034492430385290?l=mrbryson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/feeds/1790034492430385290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210596215838971300&amp;postID=1790034492430385290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/1790034492430385290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/1790034492430385290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/2008/05/fruit-roll-up.html' title='Fruit Roll-up'/><author><name>Bryson's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652613631555078015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SKsawU2fkmI/AAAAAAAABF0/jQzUJ9e5iMA/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210596215838971300.post-3753374479022917336</id><published>2008-05-19T10:21:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T14:30:34.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Weekend!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SDHOkKyB-YI/AAAAAAAAA0U/PcbuQ3CV4vk/s1600-h/DSC01347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202166165354445186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SDHOkKyB-YI/AAAAAAAAA0U/PcbuQ3CV4vk/s320/DSC01347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Whew! We had a full weekend. Thursday afternoon we headed to Houston with Rob, Amy and Treyman for Tim and Lydia's wedding, which the boys were in. When we arrived, we headed straight to the tux place to try on the 'fancy suits', as Bryson called it. As soon as I buttoned the top button on Bryson's shirt he started making this gagging sound and telling me he was choking. Good times! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Everything fit good, so we headed to Nanna and Pop's house for a little visit, then we went to our hotel for the night. Friday morning we returned to N and P's for some fine family fun....and the boys did some swimming even though their lips were blue and their teeth were chattering because the water was a little chilly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;I was able to sneak away for about an hour to have lunch with Kimberly and Nancy, who are some precious friends. I was so glad to see them and get to visit. Thanks again, girls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;After an easy afternoon we headed to rehearsal. Fabulous rehearsal. The boys did so good. Then we went to Pappadeaux for the dinner! YUM!! Bryson and Trey worked the room like nobody's bidness!! It was too cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;The wedding came and the boys knocked it out like champs. They were ADORABLE. This was Bryson's first wedding to be in and he did so good. Bryson was the ring bearer and Trey was the 'bell ringer'......if you asked Bryson what Trey's job was he would tell you 'he's the dinger'. Trey was such a good cousin to show Bryson exactly what to do. They are both getting so big.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;At the reception, Trey and Bryson were the main occupiers of the dance floor. We did the Cha-Cha Slide and both boys looked like rock stars. They have rhythm that neither of them got from their dads!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;We had so much fun celebrating with Tim and Lydia. They are precious to our family, and we pray God's favor on their marriage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random fact about Houston:  You have to chew the air in order to breathe.......God bless the people who live in Houston.......they should all carry around oxygen bottles! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SDHKJayB-QI/AAAAAAAAAzU/pkudL4PbaAE/s1600-h/DSC01227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202161307746433282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SDHKJayB-QI/AAAAAAAAAzU/pkudL4PbaAE/s320/DSC01227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SDHKkayB-RI/AAAAAAAAAzc/7FlOfYJiId0/s1600-h/DSC01236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202161771602901266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SDHKkayB-RI/AAAAAAAAAzc/7FlOfYJiId0/s320/DSC01236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SDHLB6yB-SI/AAAAAAAAAzk/WBKVHfvZkLc/s1600-h/DSC01226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202162278409042210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SDHLB6yB-SI/AAAAAAAAAzk/WBKVHfvZkLc/s320/DSC01226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SDHLb6yB-TI/AAAAAAAAAzs/2hZCediOGKA/s1600-h/DSC01246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202162725085641010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SDHLb6yB-TI/AAAAAAAAAzs/2hZCediOGKA/s320/DSC01246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SDHMiKyB-WI/AAAAAAAAA0E/kqxZeuWDLCU/s1600-h/DSC01301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202163931971451234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SDHMiKyB-WI/AAAAAAAAA0E/kqxZeuWDLCU/s320/DSC01301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202163137402501442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SDHLz6yB-UI/AAAAAAAAAz0/mmBUXNXNEfo/s320/DSC01262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SDHMHKyB-VI/AAAAAAAAAz8/OYmFfCSYQrg/s1600-h/DSC01266_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202163468114983250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SDHMHKyB-VI/AAAAAAAAAz8/OYmFfCSYQrg/s320/DSC01266_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SDHKJayB-QI/AAAAAAAAAzU/pkudL4PbaAE/s1600-h/DSC01227.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SDHLB6yB-SI/AAAAAAAAAzk/WBKVHfvZkLc/s1600-h/DSC01226.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SDHM7qyB-XI/AAAAAAAAA0M/EOZvo9ilDbM/s1600-h/DSC01318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202164370058115442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SDHM7qyB-XI/AAAAAAAAA0M/EOZvo9ilDbM/s320/DSC01318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SDHLb6yB-TI/AAAAAAAAAzs/2hZCediOGKA/s1600-h/DSC01246.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210596215838971300-3753374479022917336?l=mrbryson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/feeds/3753374479022917336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210596215838971300&amp;postID=3753374479022917336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/3753374479022917336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/3753374479022917336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/2008/05/wedding-weekend.html' title='Wedding Weekend!!'/><author><name>Bryson's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652613631555078015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SKsawU2fkmI/AAAAAAAABF0/jQzUJ9e5iMA/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SDHOkKyB-YI/AAAAAAAAA0U/PcbuQ3CV4vk/s72-c/DSC01347.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210596215838971300.post-8105391866085919633</id><published>2008-05-12T11:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T12:24:56.099-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mudder's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;Simply put, I am crazy about my son. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;I love him like crazy and he drives me crazy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;Its just big crazy fun. I love getting to know his almost 3 year old mind, and seeing everything brand new through him. I'm so thankful that God made him especially for us, and pray that we will be found trustworthy of His gift. Its just unreasonable to be a part of something so amazing, so beyond me. I'm more convinced than ever that God gives us kids so we can see Him better, trust Him more and understand His love as much as humanly possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;I concede that my mom knows more about mothering than I do! She gets smarter with every question I ask her.........and for all of her strengths and weaknesses, I am a better wife and mother. Thank you, mom, for being a great example of a mother......for teaching me to have so much fun with my son while being an example to him. You're a rock star of a mom. I love you....more than my luggage! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;As Bryson said to me all day yesterday....and still today....Happy Mudder's Day to all of you moms, expecting moms, or moms expecting to expect!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SCh1pKyB-PI/AAAAAAAAAzM/pvOeRpbxhrU/s1600-h/DSC01200_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199535119928522994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SCh1pKyB-PI/AAAAAAAAAzM/pvOeRpbxhrU/s320/DSC01200_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210596215838971300-8105391866085919633?l=mrbryson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/feeds/8105391866085919633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210596215838971300&amp;postID=8105391866085919633' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/8105391866085919633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/8105391866085919633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/2008/05/mudders-day.html' title='Mudder&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Bryson's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652613631555078015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SKsawU2fkmI/AAAAAAAABF0/jQzUJ9e5iMA/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SCh1pKyB-PI/AAAAAAAAAzM/pvOeRpbxhrU/s72-c/DSC01200_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210596215838971300.post-3044802082870742789</id><published>2008-05-08T09:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T10:14:52.857-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;insert&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am officially the most bummed out I've ever been.  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and now that I've typed that, the other shoe will soon be falling :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last couple of months, which have been hard in and of themselves, I have had my sights set on June 18th.  That may be just another day to you....(or maybe its your anniversary, nikki).... But to me it was the day that one of my life-long dreams would come true - and by 'life-long, I mean the last two years.  Same thing, right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My superhero of a sister had a business trip to New Jersey planned, so she invited me to go and thought it was be fun if we ran into THE CITY (yeah, NYC) to see the Broadway musical WICKED...... which I have not seen......and happened to be obsessed with.  I was so excited I might have peed my pants when she proposed the idea.  I told my husband of our plans and booked my flight with great anticipation.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday happened.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is the transcript of the text messages in which Amy killed my dreams....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy:  Sad news...can't go to NYC anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Amber:  (inner monologue:  am I seeing this right?  could this be true?  did she just break my heart in a text message?  there's not even a text frowny face there?  is it April fool's day?)&lt;br /&gt;Amber:  WHY??????????&lt;br /&gt;Amy:  They don't want us going for cross-training there&lt;br /&gt;Amber:  (Who is "They" and why do "They" hate me?)  What's a musical lovin' girl to do - I've already booked my flight......do "they" have no heart??&lt;br /&gt;Amy:  You can call and cancel it and use your miles for another trip.&lt;br /&gt;Amber:  NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;insert&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that happened.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be sitting here with my hard hat on, waiting for the other stiletto to fall if anyone needs me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a lovely day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210596215838971300-3044802082870742789?l=mrbryson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/feeds/3044802082870742789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210596215838971300&amp;postID=3044802082870742789' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/3044802082870742789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/3044802082870742789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/2008/05/ugh.html' title='Ugh!!!!'/><author><name>Bryson's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652613631555078015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SKsawU2fkmI/AAAAAAAABF0/jQzUJ9e5iMA/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210596215838971300.post-5804067416826712088</id><published>2008-04-30T09:39:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T10:05:19.708-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness......</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm over being mad about my speeding ticket, so I can blog again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First things first.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SBiFaudZI6I/AAAAAAAAAys/I6mFsl9IsxE/s1600-h/DSC01162_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195048864366273442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SBiFaudZI6I/AAAAAAAAAys/I6mFsl9IsxE/s320/DSC01162_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jodi and I have a new BFF......Josh Turner, yeah- the country music singer. All I have to say is Good Times!!! And he love Jesus which makes him even better! Thank you Jodi for taking me! Love, love, love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And on to Mr. Bryson......He's been in rare form lately. Every sentence starts with 'Once upon a time when I was a little boy......". Its hilarious watching his little mind work. We took a trip to Arkansas last weekend and had fun with the fam. We even got to see the Newtons, who we haven't seen since we moved! It was really good to see them and play for a bit. If I was smart I would've taken a picture to post.....maybe next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some random pics and such.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were at Target with Clyde and Kiki....trying on hats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SBiHTedZI7I/AAAAAAAAAy0/skM2MURsz5E/s1600-h/DSC01176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195050938835477426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SBiHTedZI7I/AAAAAAAAAy0/skM2MURsz5E/s320/DSC01176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Practicing being a Planet Hero.....in his cute little undies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SBiHu-dZI8I/AAAAAAAAAy8/rbooGHDyn7Q/s1600-h/DSC01169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195051411281880002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SBiHu-dZI8I/AAAAAAAAAy8/rbooGHDyn7Q/s320/DSC01169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Because he's about to be 3......and I'm sad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SBiJsudZI9I/AAAAAAAAAzE/J0Ik6vL80Ug/s1600-h/Bryson.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195053571650429906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SBiJsudZI9I/AAAAAAAAAzE/J0Ik6vL80Ug/s320/Bryson.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210596215838971300-5804067416826712088?l=mrbryson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/feeds/5804067416826712088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210596215838971300&amp;postID=5804067416826712088' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/5804067416826712088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/5804067416826712088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/2008/04/randomness.html' title='Randomness......'/><author><name>Bryson's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652613631555078015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SKsawU2fkmI/AAAAAAAABF0/jQzUJ9e5iMA/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SBiFaudZI6I/AAAAAAAAAys/I6mFsl9IsxE/s72-c/DSC01162_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210596215838971300.post-1560349966645416607</id><published>2008-04-14T16:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T16:18:25.669-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Put Your Hands Where I Can See Them"</title><content type='html'>Its My Birthday!!!  YAY!  I love birthdays, they're my favorite! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first birthday gift came last Friday from the Allen Police Department.  In 25 years I could actually say that I was perfect at something...Driving.  No tickets.  ZERO.  Then, out of nowhere, Mr. Dream killer woke up from his nap in his cruiser to catch me going 56 in a 45.  Curse those radar guns!&lt;br /&gt;Bryson thought it was fun that we had a visitor in the middle of the road.  When the gentleman came to my window Bryson hollered (cause thats the only way Bryson can talk) "Hey mom, can I talk to that guy?"  To which I said "only if you will ask him to spare my life, bank account, and perfect driving record".  The cop thought that was funny........but not funny enough.  I'm obviously losing my gift.&lt;br /&gt;It put me in such a bad mood.  Apparently God was sifting some pride that I held about my perfect driving. &lt;br /&gt;Thanks God.&lt;br /&gt;Point taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drive safely everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210596215838971300-1560349966645416607?l=mrbryson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/feeds/1560349966645416607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210596215838971300&amp;postID=1560349966645416607' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/1560349966645416607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/1560349966645416607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/2008/04/put-your-hands-where-i-can-see-them.html' title='&quot;Put Your Hands Where I Can See Them&quot;'/><author><name>Bryson's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652613631555078015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SKsawU2fkmI/AAAAAAAABF0/jQzUJ9e5iMA/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210596215838971300.post-7985793038283807770</id><published>2008-04-09T10:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T11:06:34.385-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Talents</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bca3db17973df18e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d978248f0f390e38&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/feeds/7985793038283807770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210596215838971300&amp;postID=7985793038283807770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/7985793038283807770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/7985793038283807770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/2008/04/special-talents.html' title='Special Talents'/><author><name>Bryson's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652613631555078015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SKsawU2fkmI/AAAAAAAABF0/jQzUJ9e5iMA/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210596215838971300.post-4688293550988078071</id><published>2008-04-07T09:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T15:54:10.762-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Marathon?  What Marathon?</title><content type='html'>Hello to all five viewers of this blog! Bless all of your hearts, and thanks for stopping by! Sorry about being AWOL lately. I've been very busy with Bryson and visitors and taking naps......I think naps are a gift from God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday was the Big D Marathon. Amy and I were lacing up around 5:45am (on a Sunday morning, people) and sort of ready to go. This was our first attempt at anything this crazy, and I'm fairly certain that if you said the word 'marathon' to Amy right now, she would throw up on you. That's how much she loved it! Keep in mind we only did the half-marathon. So, at 7:30am we had 13.something miles ahead of us and we planned to tackle them one baby-step at a time, like champs. It was chilly outside, which was a huge blessing, no sunshine and lots of nice people cheering us on along the way. We walked our little booties off around the cutest neighborhoods, White Rock lake and charming little parks. We even ventured into the Projects a little. Good thing Amy brought her 9mm and I had my sling shot!! :) Don't worry, we didn't have to use them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that I am enormously proud of Amy for doing this. She's always been our 'indoors' girl, so she literally went outside of her box to accomplish this task. She's a rock star in my book! Good job sis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did we do, you ask? Well, 3 hours and 50 minutes later we crossed the finish line and collected our medals. I was pretty sure we were going to get one of those flowery wreaths they give the winning horse at the Kentucky Derby, but whatever. Nathan, Bryson, Trey and Rob met us at the finish line with wheelchairs to take us to the hospital......or the car, same thing. Maybe they didn't have wheelchairs, I was in a delusional state by then. The next thing I remember is taking some ibuprofen and slipping off into a deep deep sleep.......and it was glorious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel the need to give us a standing ovation right there at your computer, go ahead - no one's looking!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210596215838971300-4688293550988078071?l=mrbryson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/feeds/4688293550988078071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210596215838971300&amp;postID=4688293550988078071' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/4688293550988078071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/4688293550988078071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/2008/04/marathon-what-marathon.html' title='Marathon?  What Marathon?'/><author><name>Bryson's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652613631555078015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SKsawU2fkmI/AAAAAAAABF0/jQzUJ9e5iMA/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210596215838971300.post-6136781634097569917</id><published>2008-03-27T16:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T16:36:21.297-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anybody Out There?</title><content type='html'>Just a heads up, Bryson's Mom may be going on a Blogger strike soon if there aren't some more comments posted for Bryson. She is feeling a little under appreciated like there is nobody out there ooohhh-ing and aaawww-ing over our son. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are out there let us know and we (she) will keep posting pics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210596215838971300-6136781634097569917?l=mrbryson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/feeds/6136781634097569917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210596215838971300&amp;postID=6136781634097569917' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/6136781634097569917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/6136781634097569917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/2008/03/anybody-out-there.html' title='Anybody Out There?'/><author><name>Bryson's Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00800887608544297708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210596215838971300.post-4153082811541984241</id><published>2008-03-24T14:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T15:18:02.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Weekend</title><content type='html'>Easter Weekend was a busy one for us. We spent sometime at the lake house for a little relaxing (sorry no pics....it was that relaxing). Bryson made a new friend, who happens to be a goose. He called her 'mother goose' and loved to feed her crackers while daddy was fishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent Saturday at Nonnie and Poppie's house hunting eggs, dying eggs, eating candy, then dinner, then some more candy. I need to get Bryson's Easter theology on video and post it because its hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday after church we headed to Meme and Papa's for lunch and another egg hunt. Papa is famous for his egg hunts! Love that guy! Bryson got to play with his cousins Tatem, Dakota and Jordan. He loves his little buddies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all had a fabulous Easter! He is Risen!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryson hunting eggs with Holly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R-gJLmdMA3I/AAAAAAAAAyU/3CENMYZpl0o/s1600-h/DSC01098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181401466195936114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R-gJLmdMA3I/AAAAAAAAAyU/3CENMYZpl0o/s320/DSC01098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hollen's....wearing orange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R-gI4mdMA2I/AAAAAAAAAyM/WdkBTFzEN8o/s1600-h/DSC01093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181401139778421602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R-gI4mdMA2I/AAAAAAAAAyM/WdkBTFzEN8o/s320/DSC01093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter pic with Meme and Papa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R-gIh2dMA1I/AAAAAAAAAyE/fjvdhHWJ2bs/s1600-h/DSC01085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181400748936397650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R-gIh2dMA1I/AAAAAAAAAyE/fjvdhHWJ2bs/s320/DSC01085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inferior DNA that created the Superior Mr. Bryson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R-gJd2dMA4I/AAAAAAAAAyc/LFnf9-yb_Qo/s1600-h/DSC01086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181401779728548738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R-gJd2dMA4I/AAAAAAAAAyc/LFnf9-yb_Qo/s320/DSC01086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210596215838971300-4153082811541984241?l=mrbryson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/feeds/4153082811541984241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210596215838971300&amp;postID=4153082811541984241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/4153082811541984241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/4153082811541984241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-weekend.html' title='Easter Weekend'/><author><name>Bryson's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652613631555078015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SKsawU2fkmI/AAAAAAAABF0/jQzUJ9e5iMA/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R-gJLmdMA3I/AAAAAAAAAyU/3CENMYZpl0o/s72-c/DSC01098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210596215838971300.post-1151818224759888278</id><published>2008-03-18T18:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T18:59:16.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Caped Crusader- ish</title><content type='html'>Disclaimer: Bryson wore this 'cape' while under intense maternal supervision. So don't freak out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are in crisis potty-training mode at our house right now. So, needless to say, we aren't getting out much. This also means that Bryson hasn't been wearing clothes, except for his cute little undies. I'm not sure what it is about him not wearing clothes. I mean, not &lt;em&gt;everyday&lt;/em&gt; can be naked Thursday (i.e. Friends)!!! I'm trying to choose my battles wisely, and right now my battle is with the potty - so a naked boy I shall have!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was a gloomy, stormy day. Translation - the satellite went out so we had to think up fun things to do that didn't involve cartoons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The result.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R-BWaMjZ2RI/AAAAAAAAAx8/DEpAMn1C130/s1600-h/DSC01060_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179234579522378002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R-BWaMjZ2RI/AAAAAAAAAx8/DEpAMn1C130/s320/DSC01060_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He thought this one up all by himself! Mama's so proud!! In case you weren't aware - he did save the day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210596215838971300-1151818224759888278?l=mrbryson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/feeds/1151818224759888278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210596215838971300&amp;postID=1151818224759888278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/1151818224759888278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/1151818224759888278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/2008/03/caped-crusader-ish.html' title='Caped Crusader- ish'/><author><name>Bryson's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652613631555078015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SKsawU2fkmI/AAAAAAAABF0/jQzUJ9e5iMA/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R-BWaMjZ2RI/AAAAAAAAAx8/DEpAMn1C130/s72-c/DSC01060_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210596215838971300.post-6744853197251324030</id><published>2008-03-05T15:38:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T15:50:43.777-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow....In March.....In Dallas......WHAT?</title><content type='html'>That's right! Monday night we got about 2 inches of snow. And today its 70 degrees! Another chance of snow is being rumoured for tomorrow night! No wonder everyone has the Flu.  God have mercy on us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R88TxhXO9oI/AAAAAAAAAxk/8BoXxHNmdvQ/s1600-h/DSC01028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174376238362326658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R88TxhXO9oI/AAAAAAAAAxk/8BoXxHNmdvQ/s320/DSC01028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R88TxhXO9oI/AAAAAAAAAxk/8BoXxHNmdvQ/s1600-h/DSC01028.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THIS is how you encourage your MAN-CHILD to use the potty..... I'm confident he will use this skill the rest of his life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R88U6RXO9pI/AAAAAAAAAxs/BAwf3X-LOBk/s1600-h/DSC01020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174377488197809810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R88U6RXO9pI/AAAAAAAAAxs/BAwf3X-LOBk/s320/DSC01020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The only thing I can't figure out, is why he feels he needs to be completely naked to use the potty......  Who's kid is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And in case you are wondering, I'm fairly certain that I will not stop posting potentially embarrassing photos of Mr.Bryson any time soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210596215838971300-6744853197251324030?l=mrbryson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/feeds/6744853197251324030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210596215838971300&amp;postID=6744853197251324030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/6744853197251324030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/6744853197251324030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/2008/03/snowin-marchin-dallaswhat.html' title='Snow....In March.....In Dallas......WHAT?'/><author><name>Bryson's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652613631555078015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SKsawU2fkmI/AAAAAAAABF0/jQzUJ9e5iMA/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R88TxhXO9oI/AAAAAAAAAxk/8BoXxHNmdvQ/s72-c/DSC01028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210596215838971300.post-1386723060632009837</id><published>2008-02-28T16:53:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T17:06:13.211-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tatoos and Such...</title><content type='html'>Okay, please don't judge us for our white-trashiness!  But these are two stinkin' cute boys with some serious Cars tats!  Don't mess with these two on the playground, kids! &lt;br /&gt;Lets talk about how very soon Bryson is going to be 3 and mr Trey-man will be 6!  Ugh, nevermind, I don't want to talk about it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R8c74G5JO2I/AAAAAAAAAxM/HvegCjYcvfY/s1600-h/DSC01018_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172168532167310178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R8c74G5JO2I/AAAAAAAAAxM/HvegCjYcvfY/s320/DSC01018_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Clyde and Kiki came to visit last weekend and we had so much fun with them!  In this pic, Bryson is telling Clyde a story.  He's a great storyteller these days, but he can't do it without his hands.  Its so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R8c8RG5JO4I/AAAAAAAAAxc/sH4wc7lu_iA/s1600-h/DSC01006_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172168961664039810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R8c8RG5JO4I/AAAAAAAAAxc/sH4wc7lu_iA/s320/DSC01006_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210596215838971300-1386723060632009837?l=mrbryson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/feeds/1386723060632009837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210596215838971300&amp;postID=1386723060632009837' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/1386723060632009837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/1386723060632009837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/2008/02/tatoos-and-such.html' title='Tatoos and Such...'/><author><name>Bryson's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652613631555078015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SKsawU2fkmI/AAAAAAAABF0/jQzUJ9e5iMA/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R8c74G5JO2I/AAAAAAAAAxM/HvegCjYcvfY/s72-c/DSC01018_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210596215838971300.post-4393426093511702191</id><published>2008-02-20T20:58:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T21:19:46.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Politcal Rally</title><content type='html'>Okay, so this post has absolutely NOTHING to do with Bryson.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have never done anything politcal in my life, besides vote. I heard Mike Huckabee was coming to Plano so I just had to go. Amy, Rob and myself headed for CCCC (Colin County Community College, Quad C.....whatever you want to call it), when we arrived there were a bizillion people there.....all with their Huck signs. It was so cute and corny all at the same time. It was standing room only....literally, because there were no chairs. We were kind of close to the front, so when I stood on my tippy-toes I could see pretty well. He had lots of good things to say and the crowd was loving it. I was hoping I could make my TV debut with all of the cameras around....but sadly no one was there for me. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When he was done speaking there was this mad rush for the stage.....in the middle of some serious interuption to my personal space, Amy mouthed to me "BACK DOOR". To which I thought "BRILLIANT". So we shuffled ourselves to the back of the building where we were 2 of about 10 people waiting for Mike and Janet Huckabee to come out! My Event Planner sister is SO SMART! We got to shake his hand....and he asked me to be in his cabinet if he was elected.......well, maybe that didn't happen......or maybe it did!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The end result was me looking at a black suburban and a "Security Detail" (that I think I could take if push came to shove) having a little giggle....while holding my cheesy "I LIKE MIKE" sign. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good times, people....Good times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R7ztG25JO1I/AAAAAAAAAxE/gimeBOECdqo/s1600-h/DSC00992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169267174384679762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R7ztG25JO1I/AAAAAAAAAxE/gimeBOECdqo/s320/DSC00992.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210596215838971300-4393426093511702191?l=mrbryson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/feeds/4393426093511702191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210596215838971300&amp;postID=4393426093511702191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/4393426093511702191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/4393426093511702191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-first-politcal-rally.html' title='My First Politcal Rally'/><author><name>Bryson's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652613631555078015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SKsawU2fkmI/AAAAAAAABF0/jQzUJ9e5iMA/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R7ztG25JO1I/AAAAAAAAAxE/gimeBOECdqo/s72-c/DSC00992.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210596215838971300.post-9038742793352143949</id><published>2008-02-16T14:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T15:04:59.745-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Canton / Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R7dOP25JO0I/AAAAAAAAAw8/239m7F7bYEo/s1600-h/DSC00907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167685131771132738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R7dOP25JO0I/AAAAAAAAAw8/239m7F7bYEo/s320/DSC00907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a little trip to Canton....and this is how we kept the little monkey busy!  He was perfectly content to sit in his wagon, watch movies and boss his Poppie around.  We had a really good time......Who wants to go next month??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and a Happy late Valentine's Day to everyone......thanks for loving our little guy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210596215838971300-9038742793352143949?l=mrbryson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/feeds/9038742793352143949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210596215838971300&amp;postID=9038742793352143949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/9038742793352143949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/9038742793352143949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/2008/02/canton-happy-valentines-day.html' title='Canton / Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Bryson's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652613631555078015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SKsawU2fkmI/AAAAAAAABF0/jQzUJ9e5iMA/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R7dOP25JO0I/AAAAAAAAAw8/239m7F7bYEo/s72-c/DSC00907.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210596215838971300.post-2850996085908565321</id><published>2008-01-30T17:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T17:29:46.969-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ARRRR MATEY!</title><content type='html'>Aren't these some scary looking pirates!! If you can't tell, Bryson is Jack Sparrow, Nathan is Goofy and Trey is Mickey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R6EF5KTOw_I/AAAAAAAAAwk/-g87fTMjXhc/s1600-h/DSC00883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161413127518995442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R6EF5KTOw_I/AAAAAAAAAwk/-g87fTMjXhc/s320/DSC00883.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quick story:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bryson did a 'first' today. When he woke up from his nap he kept talking about 'seeing' something. I quickly figured out that he had a dream during his nap. He said that he was running away from a little tiny (his exact words, while holding up his fingers to show me how 'tiny') elephants. Then he said he stopped running from them because they just wanted to play with his toys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I laughed so hard. My child makes friends with elephants.....I love it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here's what you do with extra tortillas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R6EH86TOxAI/AAAAAAAAAws/zulJ3o3UKXg/s1600-h/DSC00897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161415390966760450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R6EH86TOxAI/AAAAAAAAAws/zulJ3o3UKXg/s320/DSC00897.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210596215838971300-2850996085908565321?l=mrbryson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/feeds/2850996085908565321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210596215838971300&amp;postID=2850996085908565321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/2850996085908565321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/2850996085908565321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/2008/01/arrrr-matey.html' title='ARRRR MATEY!'/><author><name>Bryson's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652613631555078015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SKsawU2fkmI/AAAAAAAABF0/jQzUJ9e5iMA/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R6EF5KTOw_I/AAAAAAAAAwk/-g87fTMjXhc/s72-c/DSC00883.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210596215838971300.post-6795361190968475170</id><published>2008-01-14T09:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T10:05:05.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bryson and friends...</title><content type='html'>Just riding in the car with his shades on....with his 'friends' beside him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R4uFuH6XGxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/pBnayEiEHP8/s1600-h/DSC00872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155361225899973394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R4uFuH6XGxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/pBnayEiEHP8/s320/DSC00872.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;His two BEST friends....Puppy and 'other puppy'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R4uFc36XGwI/AAAAAAAAAwU/jMLFqsN9B2s/s1600-h/DSC00874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155360929547229954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R4uFc36XGwI/AAAAAAAAAwU/jMLFqsN9B2s/s320/DSC00874.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cleaner 'puppy' was meant to be a replacement for the dirty puppy. Long story short, that didn't happen. We were leaving Amy and Rob's house and uncle Rob decided to shove Bryson's friends up his shirt and he wouldn't take them out. I'm pretty sure he would've slept like that if we would've allowed it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A funny story from Christmas time that was deleted from a previous post that I'm not mad about anymore.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to a Christmas candlelight/communion service at my parent's church. It was lovely. We took communion together as a family down front and when the pastor was passing the crackers Bryson said 'hey, can I have a snack?'....yeah he did. Then when we were done singing and candlelighting the pastor prayed and once he said 'amen', everyone blew out there candles which prompted Bryson to stand up and yell "WE DID IT!!" All eyes on the little blonde-headed kid who would've been in the nursery if it wouldn've been provided! I think Jesus probably got a little giggle from that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210596215838971300-6795361190968475170?l=mrbryson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/feeds/6795361190968475170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210596215838971300&amp;postID=6795361190968475170' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/6795361190968475170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/6795361190968475170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/2008/01/bryson-and-friends.html' title='Bryson and friends...'/><author><name>Bryson's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652613631555078015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SKsawU2fkmI/AAAAAAAABF0/jQzUJ9e5iMA/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R4uFuH6XGxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/pBnayEiEHP8/s72-c/DSC00872.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210596215838971300.post-8229323712232678069</id><published>2008-01-05T16:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T16:24:22.208-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Spring Teaser</title><content type='html'>At last check it was 74 degrees in Allen,TX!! We couldn't help ourselves.....we had to spend some time at the park! Here are some pics of the sunny fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R4AAVX6XGpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/hvnLcghh9nA/s1600-h/DSC00832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152118340907899538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R4AAVX6XGpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/hvnLcghh9nA/s320/DSC00832.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running from Dad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R4ABGH6XGqI/AAAAAAAAAvI/HO6vmkcdpcg/s1600-h/DSC00835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152119178426522274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R4ABGH6XGqI/AAAAAAAAAvI/HO6vmkcdpcg/s320/DSC00835.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Climbing....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R4ABhH6XGrI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/tSMwwcUS2Nw/s1600-h/DSC00844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152119642282990258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R4ABhH6XGrI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/tSMwwcUS2Nw/s320/DSC00844.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRONG WAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R4AB736XGsI/AAAAAAAAAvY/cUKUUqS5O_Y/s1600-h/DSC00848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152120101844490946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R4AB736XGsI/AAAAAAAAAvY/cUKUUqS5O_Y/s320/DSC00848.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He wore us out with his running!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R4ACQ36XGtI/AAAAAAAAAvg/uJje8UNNWFk/s1600-h/DSC00854_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152120462621743826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R4ACQ36XGtI/AAAAAAAAAvg/uJje8UNNWFk/s320/DSC00854_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teaching his buddy Steve how to spell!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R4ACon6XGuI/AAAAAAAAAvo/oGDjlby8agQ/s1600-h/DSC00860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152120870643636962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R4ACon6XGuI/AAAAAAAAAvo/oGDjlby8agQ/s320/DSC00860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210596215838971300-8229323712232678069?l=mrbryson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/feeds/8229323712232678069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210596215838971300&amp;postID=8229323712232678069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/8229323712232678069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/8229323712232678069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/2008/01/spring-teaser.html' title='A Spring Teaser'/><author><name>Bryson's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652613631555078015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SKsawU2fkmI/AAAAAAAABF0/jQzUJ9e5iMA/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R4AAVX6XGpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/hvnLcghh9nA/s72-c/DSC00832.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210596215838971300.post-7981930782058566799</id><published>2008-01-05T16:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T16:11:22.974-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Isaiah 9:6</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;This was Bryson's memory verse for the Christmas season!  He learned it really quickly and loved to 'perform' it for everyone.  So, even if you've heard it before, ENJOY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-811da18b16766a60" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D811da18b16766a60%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331296849%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3E5FBF137BD9BB2D3265B050873C2C68F3031AC0.5030D366866E7F5D22700284B0D7D320E0A3432D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D811da18b16766a60%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFAGMH5vS-3iXXpBBq2LtlKwVqsM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D811da18b16766a60%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331296849%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3E5FBF137BD9BB2D3265B050873C2C68F3031AC0.5030D366866E7F5D22700284B0D7D320E0A3432D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D811da18b16766a60%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFAGMH5vS-3iXXpBBq2LtlKwVqsM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isn't he precious?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210596215838971300-7981930782058566799?l=mrbryson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=811da18b16766a60&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/feeds/7981930782058566799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210596215838971300&amp;postID=7981930782058566799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/7981930782058566799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/7981930782058566799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/2008/01/isaiah-96.html' title='Isaiah 9:6'/><author><name>Bryson's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652613631555078015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SKsawU2fkmI/AAAAAAAABF0/jQzUJ9e5iMA/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210596215838971300.post-1935235035207619930</id><published>2008-01-03T10:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T12:39:37.947-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weaver Christmas Vacation</title><content type='html'>Disclaimer: This post is a wreck! I just spent the last two hours working up a grand blog, only to accidentally delete it and become furious with all things Blog! We had a wonderful vacation.....and if I'm in the mood, I'll post more later!&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and have a blessed 2008!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R30puH6XGnI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Ajg-ZT_cHQM/s1600-h/DSC00498_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151319421156268658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R30puH6XGnI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Ajg-ZT_cHQM/s320/DSC00498_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151317630154906194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R30oF36XGlI/AAAAAAAAAuI/-lXFZphfXP0/s320/DSC00642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R30qyX6XGoI/AAAAAAAAAug/C77ZX5eGtqM/s1600-h/DSC00705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151320593682340482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R30qyX6XGoI/AAAAAAAAAug/C77ZX5eGtqM/s320/DSC00705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R30o9X6XGmI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/V49zAVuQYTo/s1600-h/DSC00618_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151318583637645922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R30o9X6XGmI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/V49zAVuQYTo/s320/DSC00618_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R30gJn6XGcI/AAAAAAAAAs4/2P0KzZs0Um4/s320/DSC00612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R30iP36XGgI/AAAAAAAAAtg/bP1XXUSdywg/s1600-h/DSC00677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151311204883831298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R30iP36XGgI/AAAAAAAAAtg/bP1XXUSdywg/s320/DSC00677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210596215838971300-1935235035207619930?l=mrbryson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/feeds/1935235035207619930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210596215838971300&amp;postID=1935235035207619930' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/1935235035207619930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/1935235035207619930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/2008/01/weaver-christmas-vacation.html' title='Weaver Christmas Vacation'/><author><name>Bryson's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652613631555078015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SKsawU2fkmI/AAAAAAAABF0/jQzUJ9e5iMA/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R30puH6XGnI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Ajg-ZT_cHQM/s72-c/DSC00498_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210596215838971300.post-8780605247529762340</id><published>2007-12-17T20:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T21:16:10.904-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weaver Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This past weekend we had the Weaver Christmas in Vilonia, Ar. It was a quick trip, but we had a good time. The blogger got a new camera from the in-laws.....which, for some crazy reason, I didn't decide to use until the afternoon that we left.....so, I'm posting what I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145143435769842802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R2c4sdd-jHI/AAAAAAAAAEA/9SUWqKTu1b8/s320/DSC00418.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R2c4Udd-jGI/AAAAAAAAAD4/w5YRERkMsg0/s1600-h/DSC00402_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145143023452982370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R2c4Udd-jGI/AAAAAAAAAD4/w5YRERkMsg0/s320/DSC00402_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R2c3gNd-jFI/AAAAAAAAADw/o6TRd2-DBgs/s1600-h/DSC00401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145142125804817490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R2c3gNd-jFI/AAAAAAAAADw/o6TRd2-DBgs/s320/DSC00401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R2c3gNd-jFI/AAAAAAAAADw/o6TRd2-DBgs/s1600-h/DSC00401.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In conclusion, I just want to share with you the most ridiculously fabulous shoes. I'm pretty sure I had a little church in my heart the first time I saw them.  They help me spread Christmas cheer!!!  Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R2c6I9d-jII/AAAAAAAAAEI/GFOA_Eqvu0k/s1600-h/DSC00427_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145145024907742338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R2c6I9d-jII/AAAAAAAAAEI/GFOA_Eqvu0k/s320/DSC00427_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210596215838971300-8780605247529762340?l=mrbryson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/feeds/8780605247529762340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210596215838971300&amp;postID=8780605247529762340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/8780605247529762340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/8780605247529762340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/2007/12/weaver-christmas.html' title='Weaver Christmas'/><author><name>Bryson's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652613631555078015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SKsawU2fkmI/AAAAAAAABF0/jQzUJ9e5iMA/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R2c4sdd-jHI/AAAAAAAAAEA/9SUWqKTu1b8/s72-c/DSC00418.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210596215838971300.post-7317424513451856642</id><published>2007-12-06T11:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T11:14:35.714-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Card Reject....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R1gtZZ4FmfI/AAAAAAAAADg/YOh1XOqREos/s1600-h/IMG_1946_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140908889109535218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R1gtZZ4FmfI/AAAAAAAAADg/YOh1XOqREos/s320/IMG_1946_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;He took his "cheezin" seriously!  He's so flippin cute......but what do I know!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210596215838971300-7317424513451856642?l=mrbryson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/feeds/7317424513451856642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210596215838971300&amp;postID=7317424513451856642' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/7317424513451856642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/7317424513451856642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-card-reject.html' title='Christmas Card Reject....'/><author><name>Bryson's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652613631555078015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SKsawU2fkmI/AAAAAAAABF0/jQzUJ9e5iMA/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R1gtZZ4FmfI/AAAAAAAAADg/YOh1XOqREos/s72-c/IMG_1946_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210596215838971300.post-5188386288861939261</id><published>2007-12-06T10:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T11:05:58.760-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho Ho Ho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R1gqEZ4FmdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/SD2uzFGQeCs/s1600-h/2007-12-06-1034-49_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140905229797398994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R1gqEZ4FmdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/SD2uzFGQeCs/s320/2007-12-06-1034-49_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, we went to see Santa last night and experienced a Christmas miracle......There were only two people in line!!!  What?   And at Willow Bend nonetheless!! Good times!   I just wish Santa would've smiled.....is this not his JOB?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210596215838971300-5188386288861939261?l=mrbryson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/feeds/5188386288861939261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210596215838971300&amp;postID=5188386288861939261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/5188386288861939261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/5188386288861939261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/2007/12/ho-ho-ho.html' title='Ho Ho Ho'/><author><name>Bryson's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652613631555078015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SKsawU2fkmI/AAAAAAAABF0/jQzUJ9e5iMA/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R1gqEZ4FmdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/SD2uzFGQeCs/s72-c/2007-12-06-1034-49_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210596215838971300.post-7552722625371788637</id><published>2007-11-30T11:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T11:30:44.022-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle Clyde's Buck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Bryson loves his uncle Clyde..............this was his first time with a deer, so I figured it deserves to be posted!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138687089100993938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R1BIrn3ANZI/AAAAAAAAADI/4iU9ikvLyS8/s320/buck11-23-07_(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210596215838971300-7552722625371788637?l=mrbryson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/feeds/7552722625371788637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210596215838971300&amp;postID=7552722625371788637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/7552722625371788637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/7552722625371788637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/2007/11/uncle-clydes-buck.html' title='Uncle Clyde&apos;s Buck'/><author><name>Bryson's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652613631555078015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SKsawU2fkmI/AAAAAAAABF0/jQzUJ9e5iMA/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R1BIrn3ANZI/AAAAAAAAADI/4iU9ikvLyS8/s72-c/buck11-23-07_(1).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210596215838971300.post-6983920552101567036</id><published>2007-11-30T11:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T11:21:32.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rough Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;You know, sometimes things just don't happen the way you want them to. Sometimes you have to wait a while for your reward. Bryson found that out recently.......Patience is a virtue!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R1BGbX3ANYI/AAAAAAAAADA/O0VaKglCM3Q/s1600-R/DSCF0702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138684610904864130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R1BGbX3ANYI/AAAAAAAAADA/uNbJsxEOg-Q/s320/DSCF0702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210596215838971300-6983920552101567036?l=mrbryson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/feeds/6983920552101567036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210596215838971300&amp;postID=6983920552101567036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/6983920552101567036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/6983920552101567036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/2007/11/rough-day.html' title='Rough Day'/><author><name>Bryson's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652613631555078015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SKsawU2fkmI/AAAAAAAABF0/jQzUJ9e5iMA/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/R1BGbX3ANYI/AAAAAAAAADA/uNbJsxEOg-Q/s72-c/DSCF0702.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210596215838971300.post-49744558394771509</id><published>2007-11-07T09:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T10:04:36.657-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Catching up'/><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>Long time, no blog!! What can I say, we've been busy!! Our little guy has been in full swing lately. I'm pretty sure he's a full blown sanguine personality that rivals my own! He's been cracking us up with his little antics! He went Trick-or-Treating with Trey and his new friend Matt. They had fun, but got tired pretty quick. We had outside movie night with Rob, Amy and Trey where we watched Ratatouille all cuddled in blankets by the fire! And once, I happened to have the camera after he had been in mommy's closet for a while! Here are some recent pics for your enjoyment. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And while I'm at it, I'll just confess that I have already put up our Christmas tree!! How crazy am I?!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/RzHfAxdMObI/AAAAAAAAACo/Xh7Qehwa-xw/s1600-h/DSCF0669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130126654920473010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/RzHfAxdMObI/AAAAAAAAACo/Xh7Qehwa-xw/s320/DSCF0669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/RzHeVxdMOZI/AAAAAAAAACY/ad2z4_lZeL0/s1600-h/Bryson+swinging.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130125916186098066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/RzHeVxdMOZI/AAAAAAAAACY/ad2z4_lZeL0/s320/Bryson+swinging.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/RzHeVxdMOZI/AAAAAAAAACY/ad2z4_lZeL0/s1600-h/Bryson+swinging.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/RzHeVxdMOZI/AAAAAAAAACY/ad2z4_lZeL0/s1600-h/Bryson+swinging.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/RzHeVxdMOZI/AAAAAAAAACY/ad2z4_lZeL0/s1600-h/Bryson+swinging.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/RzHfmhdMOcI/AAAAAAAAACw/eVrXYbdlTEk/s1600-h/Movie+night.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130127303460534722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/RzHfmhdMOcI/AAAAAAAAACw/eVrXYbdlTEk/s320/Movie+night.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/RzHeqxdMOaI/AAAAAAAAACg/4FmMoWre6aE/s1600-h/Candy+time.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130126276963350946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/RzHeqxdMOaI/AAAAAAAAACg/4FmMoWre6aE/s320/Candy+time.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/RzHgDhdMOdI/AAAAAAAAAC4/O5Uw79Oy628/s1600-h/Guilty.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130127801676741074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/RzHgDhdMOdI/AAAAAAAAAC4/O5Uw79Oy628/s320/Guilty.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210596215838971300-49744558394771509?l=mrbryson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/feeds/49744558394771509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210596215838971300&amp;postID=49744558394771509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/49744558394771509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/49744558394771509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/2007/11/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Bryson's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652613631555078015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SKsawU2fkmI/AAAAAAAABF0/jQzUJ9e5iMA/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/RzHfAxdMObI/AAAAAAAAACo/Xh7Qehwa-xw/s72-c/DSCF0669.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210596215838971300.post-6398638358599674300</id><published>2007-08-22T16:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T16:30:06.539-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Preview To Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/RsyqxOUDxcI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6e5WPbcuzQA/s1600-h/DSCF0662_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101640240536470978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/RsyqxOUDxcI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6e5WPbcuzQA/s320/DSCF0662_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets talk about how cute he is!!  GO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210596215838971300-6398638358599674300?l=mrbryson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/feeds/6398638358599674300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210596215838971300&amp;postID=6398638358599674300' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/6398638358599674300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/6398638358599674300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/2007/08/preview-to-halloween.html' title='Preview To Halloween'/><author><name>Bryson's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652613631555078015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SKsawU2fkmI/AAAAAAAABF0/jQzUJ9e5iMA/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/RsyqxOUDxcI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6e5WPbcuzQA/s72-c/DSCF0662_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210596215838971300.post-512706909810780778</id><published>2007-08-21T20:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T21:03:10.741-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/RsuU4eUDxaI/AAAAAAAAABk/0RBiNsNKhz0/s1600-h/DSCF0648_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101334700858000802" style="CURSOR: hand" height="240" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/RsuU4eUDxaI/AAAAAAAAABk/0RBiNsNKhz0/s320/DSCF0648_edited.jpg" width="328" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr. Bryson has been a busy boy lately!  He's had plenty of playtime with Treyman.  Chaser is teaching how to play Madden 08!  And he went to his first Water Park and destroyed his first Ice Cream sandwich!  Good times!  Good times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/RsuUEeUDxZI/AAAAAAAAABc/jxl9DV9LuuI/s1600-h/DSCF0615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101333807504803218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/RsuUEeUDxZI/AAAAAAAAABc/jxl9DV9LuuI/s320/DSCF0615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/RsuWT-UDxbI/AAAAAAAAABs/uazHavx9Cnw/s1600-h/DSCF0631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101336272816031154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/RsuWT-UDxbI/AAAAAAAAABs/uazHavx9Cnw/s320/DSCF0631.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be home for almost three consecutive weeks, so there will be plenty-o-posting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210596215838971300-512706909810780778?l=mrbryson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/feeds/512706909810780778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210596215838971300&amp;postID=512706909810780778' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/512706909810780778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/512706909810780778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/2007/08/mr.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryson's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652613631555078015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SKsawU2fkmI/AAAAAAAABF0/jQzUJ9e5iMA/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/RsuU4eUDxaI/AAAAAAAAABk/0RBiNsNKhz0/s72-c/DSCF0648_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210596215838971300.post-4933228715690105381</id><published>2007-07-31T20:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T20:20:38.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/Rq_fCFaMulI/AAAAAAAAABU/PmlC37oUOZU/s1600-h/DSCF0613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093534930484116050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/Rq_fCFaMulI/AAAAAAAAABU/PmlC37oUOZU/s320/DSCF0613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/Rq_ex1aMukI/AAAAAAAAABM/99XcuQD5Lkk/s1600-h/DSCF0609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093534651311241794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/Rq_ex1aMukI/AAAAAAAAABM/99XcuQD5Lkk/s320/DSCF0609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;      Bryson was mommy's little helper last week!  He helped me bake cookies after dinner one night....basically he just wanted to sit on the counter like daddy!!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He also had his first meeting with some corn-on-the-cob!  And might I say, he ate it like a champ!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We miss all of you!  Hope you all have a blessed week!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210596215838971300-4933228715690105381?l=mrbryson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/feeds/4933228715690105381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210596215838971300&amp;postID=4933228715690105381' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/4933228715690105381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/4933228715690105381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/2007/07/bryson-was-mommys-little-helper-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryson's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652613631555078015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SKsawU2fkmI/AAAAAAAABF0/jQzUJ9e5iMA/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/Rq_fCFaMulI/AAAAAAAAABU/PmlC37oUOZU/s72-c/DSCF0613.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210596215838971300.post-3093250954921184901</id><published>2007-07-23T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T21:58:20.112-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/RqVpnFaMujI/AAAAAAAAABE/_pzBiajWnsI/s1600-h/DSCF0608_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090591074000091698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/RqVpnFaMujI/AAAAAAAAABE/_pzBiajWnsI/s320/DSCF0608_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/RqVpR1aMuiI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EJ02PtacVXU/s1600-h/DSCF0603_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090590708927871522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/RqVpR1aMuiI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EJ02PtacVXU/s320/DSCF0603_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. Bryson had a little relaxy time with his uncle Chase....and some crazy moments in the tub!  Nathan was giving him a bath and I kept hearing Bryson shouting really loud!  I walked in to Bryson having half of his head under water singing some song at the TOP of his lungs!  I had a little giggle fit over our 'special' boy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope everyone is well!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blessings to all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210596215838971300-3093250954921184901?l=mrbryson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/feeds/3093250954921184901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210596215838971300&amp;postID=3093250954921184901' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/3093250954921184901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/3093250954921184901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/2007/07/mr.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryson's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652613631555078015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SKsawU2fkmI/AAAAAAAABF0/jQzUJ9e5iMA/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/RqVpnFaMujI/AAAAAAAAABE/_pzBiajWnsI/s72-c/DSCF0608_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210596215838971300.post-2516791622718445196</id><published>2007-07-17T22:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T22:52:05.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/Rp2NkgAq8HI/AAAAAAAAAA0/bBAgOlRcJ8g/s1600-h/DSCF0601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088378812206084210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/Rp2NkgAq8HI/AAAAAAAAAA0/bBAgOlRcJ8g/s320/DSCF0601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/Rp2NVAAq8GI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Q4eb9_4-Ao4/s1600-h/DSCF0600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088378545918111842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/Rp2NVAAq8GI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Q4eb9_4-Ao4/s320/DSCF0600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He's a faux-hawk maniac!!  His cousin cut his hair and fixed it like this, and he loved it!!  He's growing up so fast!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will post more pics soon......cause we got a new computer that will aid me in my quest to keep the fam bombarded with Bryson pics!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love to all!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210596215838971300-2516791622718445196?l=mrbryson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/feeds/2516791622718445196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210596215838971300&amp;postID=2516791622718445196' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/2516791622718445196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/2516791622718445196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/2007/07/rebel.html' title='Rebel'/><author><name>Bryson's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652613631555078015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SKsawU2fkmI/AAAAAAAABF0/jQzUJ9e5iMA/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/Rp2NkgAq8HI/AAAAAAAAAA0/bBAgOlRcJ8g/s72-c/DSCF0601.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210596215838971300.post-4116637837372063403</id><published>2007-07-03T09:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T09:19:29.557-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bryson's New Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/RopaGCu8B6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/P6F6MxQjcz0/s1600-h/June+pics+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082974189300484002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/RopaGCu8B6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/P6F6MxQjcz0/s320/June+pics+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was one of his birthday presents.....a Go Diego Go tricycle!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He loves it....and does NOT want to share it.  We'll have to work on that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210596215838971300-4116637837372063403?l=mrbryson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/feeds/4116637837372063403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210596215838971300&amp;postID=4116637837372063403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/4116637837372063403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/4116637837372063403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/2007/07/brysons-new-ride.html' title='Bryson&apos;s New Ride'/><author><name>Bryson's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652613631555078015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SKsawU2fkmI/AAAAAAAABF0/jQzUJ9e5iMA/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/RopaGCu8B6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/P6F6MxQjcz0/s72-c/June+pics+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210596215838971300.post-4291404157854434480</id><published>2007-07-03T09:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T09:09:47.161-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Very Own Super Hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/RopXbiu8B5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/RTM7evS83F4/s1600-h/June+pics+012b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082971260132788114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/RopXbiu8B5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/RTM7evS83F4/s320/June+pics+012b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He did, in fact, save the day!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't let the diaper fool you......He's a tough guy you don't wanna mess with!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your Super Hero wants to wish you all a fantastic 4th of July!!  He will be taking a break from Super Heroing by going fishing with his daddy and taking naps with mommy at the lake house!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love to all.....Captain Awesome!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210596215838971300-4291404157854434480?l=mrbryson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/feeds/4291404157854434480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210596215838971300&amp;postID=4291404157854434480' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/4291404157854434480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/4291404157854434480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/2007/07/your-very-own-super-hero.html' title='Your Very Own Super Hero'/><author><name>Bryson's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652613631555078015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SKsawU2fkmI/AAAAAAAABF0/jQzUJ9e5iMA/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/RopXbiu8B5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/RTM7evS83F4/s72-c/June+pics+012b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210596215838971300.post-8144650116957609124</id><published>2007-06-27T23:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T23:21:34.091-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't worry folks.....</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone!  I'm in Seattle at the moment and don't have my hands on the recent pics of our beloved Mr.B......so, sit tight and I'll try to post some on Sunday when I get back!&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone is doing great!&lt;br /&gt;Seattle is AWESOME!!&lt;br /&gt;Love to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210596215838971300-8144650116957609124?l=mrbryson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/feeds/8144650116957609124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210596215838971300&amp;postID=8144650116957609124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/8144650116957609124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/8144650116957609124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/2007/06/dont-worry-folks.html' title='Don&apos;t worry folks.....'/><author><name>Bryson's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652613631555078015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SKsawU2fkmI/AAAAAAAABF0/jQzUJ9e5iMA/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210596215838971300.post-8397696410190291066</id><published>2007-06-25T20:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T20:31:12.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay for Pictures!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/RoBrYYKwQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAU/stT0N-T4XYs/s1600-h/Weaver+Vacation+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080178446222508962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/RoBrYYKwQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAU/stT0N-T4XYs/s320/Weaver+Vacation+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/RoBqmYKwQ5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lgFVS8kxV8s/s1600-h/Weaver+Vacation+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080177587229049746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/RoBqmYKwQ5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lgFVS8kxV8s/s320/Weaver+Vacation+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Go ahead, say it......He's the cutest little boy in the entire world! Here he is at the beach trying to pick up some little ladies with his good looks.....And then at Disney waiting on the Monorail. He obviously doens't have time to waste, he's on a mission! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll post more soon!! Love to all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210596215838971300-8397696410190291066?l=mrbryson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/feeds/8397696410190291066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210596215838971300&amp;postID=8397696410190291066' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/8397696410190291066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/8397696410190291066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/2007/06/yay-for-pictures.html' title='Yay for Pictures!!!'/><author><name>Bryson's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09652613631555078015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/SKsawU2fkmI/AAAAAAAABF0/jQzUJ9e5iMA/S220/Christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9uHwGBb-loo/RoBrYYKwQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAU/stT0N-T4XYs/s72-c/Weaver+Vacation+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210596215838971300.post-6935853552330920688</id><published>2007-06-25T17:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T17:03:35.969-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bryson's First Website</title><content type='html'>For Family and Friends that do not get to see Bryson as often as they would like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have created this site to post pics of Bryson as he becomes a man. Although if you ask him now he will tell you "I am the Man" I'm not sure who taught him that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics will follow soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210596215838971300-6935853552330920688?l=mrbryson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/feeds/6935853552330920688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5210596215838971300&amp;postID=6935853552330920688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/6935853552330920688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210596215838971300/posts/default/6935853552330920688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrbryson.blogspot.com/2007/06/brysons-first-website.html' title='Bryson&apos;s First Website'/><author><name>Bryson's Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00800887608544297708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
